#sentence day

[spiribia]

once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"ON SENTENCE DAY." Windsor Star. October 6, 1913. Page 7. --- The Awarding of Penalties For Crime Is a Grim Affair. ---- Were you ever in a penitentiary - not, of course, to stay longer than you would stay at a friend's house when paying an informal visit, or, at the most, not longer than you would sit in a theatre to witness a tragedy to its thrilling close? If you have been there you have some idea of how hard is the way of the transgressor.

And it comes up with peculiar vividness and pathos as one sits in a criminal court on sentence day, and listens to the representative of organized society order men and sometimes women, too, to these places of confinement and punishment.

In the criminal careers of hese men, the first step may have been taken years before, and when it was taken little did the guilty one think the goal of crime would be reached. On sentence day the goal is brought within sight - the grim walls, the armed guards, the solitary cells, the dusty stone heap, the days of monotonous and hopeless toil. They all loom up and cast their dark shadows over court, and audience and prisoners.

That shadow rested upon the Court of King's Bench recently, says a writer in The Montreal Standard, when ten men received the reward of crime. That crime does not pay has often been demonstrated. The truth was realized by those men when they received their wages for wrong doing years within the grim walls with other criminals for associates and the men with the loaded rifles for keepers.

With few exceptions, these wretched men had never before stood in the dock as convicted criminals. For some it was the consequence of their first dabbling in crime. It was the tragedy of their lives, and no wonder they stood there with trembling lips and blanched cheeks, and with streaming eyes, cool, before they stepped from the dock and began their journey to the penitentiary.

"Each was given a chance to speak. To each the Clerk of the Court repeated the question, asking if he had anything to say why sentence should not be passel upon him according to law. With few exceptions each spoke a few words - rambling words, intended to suggest extenuating circumstances and to plead for mercy. Some began with forced calmness, but most broke down, and their last words were drowned in sobs. Tears streamed down the cheeks o some, but unavailing tears, because they could not wash away the past. These men came too late to a realization of the immutable truth that sin is a poor paymaster."

Two men stood at the bar, who had stood there before convicts from the penitentiary, who had committed crime while undergoing punishment for other showed no emotion, and little concern, although they went back with prolonged terms to the dreary place they knew so well.

They were dressed in prison garb - rough suits, one-half blue and one-half a rusty brown. Both were miserable looking specimens of humanity, of low intelligence, brutal, even ferocious. In the dock one of these miserable creatures betrayed his accomplice. They had assaulted a prison guard; and, when asked if they had anything to say before being sentenced, one charged the other with being the instigator. Partners in crime, one was traitor to the other when both stood at the judgment bar.

Singly or in couples, the prisoners came to the dock. and then turned away with the weight of their sentences upon them. Before them lay the short journey that ends at the iron-bound gate in the grim stone- wall.

[ochibrochi]

🐣 ok we are so back………..

[wedielikemen]

Okay yes we know that Andrew sprinted, dashed, HURTLED even, when he saw Neil on his knees even after blocking 150 + attempts on his goal because he loves that man. But also-

It had been Andrew’s idea to put Neil against Riko in the first place.

For Andrew it was reach Riko or die. (Die knowing that his contributing to exy ended Neil’s life.)

[punkstylerecovery]

“It could’ve been worse.” It could’ve been BETTER. It could’e been EASIER. It could’ve been lovely. It could’ve been beautiful, it could’ve been fun. It could have been simple, it could’ve made you HAPPY. 

You can drown in two feet of water just as simply as you can in an ocean. Stop downplaying what happened and neglecting your feelings. Kill that idea with fire. Or at least acknowledge that what happened was bad without immediately trying to justify or dismiss it.

[notacluedo]

obligatory gay people can’t sit in chairs joke

[astrobolical]

Okay.

As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.

The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.

Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.

Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.

Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.

Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.

Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.

Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.

Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.

Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.

[neil-gaiman]

So I’m writing an English research paper on British authors and I chose you (Neil Gaiman) because I love your work (and you’re just awesome in general). My teacher seemed so excited when I told her I could probably get information from your various social media accounts, and potentially get a message back with maybe a random fact about yourself. Can you prove me right by responding? Please and thank you! Have a lovely day!

Hullo, I'm afraid Neil Gaiman doesn't have any social media.

A random fact? I think the best smashed avocado on toast anywhere in the whole world is served at Archie's All Day in Melbourne, Australia. If I could, I would send everyone who has ever sold avocado toast anywhere in the world to Archie's All Day to discover how good it can be and to reflect on how they could improve upon what they provide the world and how good it can be.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)

[artingstarvist]

I can't imagine no one's already made the joke, but my fav thing about Hualian is that they are the 'I stand with my cancelled wife' meme but they are both saying it and both the cancelled wife. <3

[slavhew]

i may not show it but im

perpetually insane about them

[mamawasatesttube]

my ideal timkon don't get together until they've both already done some queer realizations and dated other guys a little bit, in part because on tim's end, i think he's been in love with kon since he was 17, but at 17 tim didn't even know he was bisexual, forget anything else. and his feelings for kon were so big but also so constant that he didn't even realize they were there or significant because they've always been there and been huge. for years. so he putters along and does his time in the torment nexus (the closet) and languishes a bit but slowly starts to figure it out.

meanwhile kon dates someone, mostly like omg im dating a guy this is ALLOWED !??!?! and its pretty lowkey and casual and doesnt last bc like . super identity issues, right. kon would Never just tell someone, but secrets and casual relationships dont last long etc etc. but just the entire principle of kon dating someone and then being like yeah idk im not really feeling it like hes nice and all but i think hes more interested in like… yknow, my hot bod, than me. its whatever tho. and tim just being SOOOOO mad that someone would date kon and not absolutely adore him. tim will not be unpacking why hes so mad about kon having a shitty boyfriend. obviously its just bc kons his bestie and deserves better. (😶)

so he's just grouchily tinkering on some upgrade for his car to get the grumpy energies out. like WHATEVER! (angrily turns socket wrench) he's not saying kon should dump the guy or anything (angrily turns socket wrench) but he's just SAYING, kon can do BETTER!!!!! (angrily turns socket wrench) and kon DESERVES better!!! kon deserves someone who will treat him RIGHT!!!!! (angrily turns socket wrench) like if TIM was gonna fuck kon he wouldn't do it like a goddamn quickie and just fucking leave (angrily grabs the next size socket and scoots further under the car) like kon OBVIOUSLY doesn't like that so why won't this guy GET THAT!!!! (angry tinkering noises) if he's that shallow he can go find himself a sexy body pillow to screw!!! leave kon alone!!!!

and cassie sitting on a chair nearby is just like. sorry what was that? "if i was gonna fuck kon"? did you just say--hey tim? hey. can you go back a step?

and tim's just. obviously this is a hypothetical everyone considers about kon. look at him he's . you know. besides, tim's just talking as his best friend who wants the best for him! ugh stop trying to read into it cassie, that's not the POINT--

[omaano]

"What a strange pair. A Mandalorian and a Force-sensitive youngling, hmm... Who is in need of a master to guide him and help him to come into his full power, yes?"

Any time Maul comes across a Force-sensitive youngster: "Is anyone going to claim this apprentice as his own or do I have to do everything around here?" and doesn't wait for an answer. (Grogu is safe tucked away in Din's satchel, don't worry)

Din accidentally turns up with Obi-wan's keepsake in his pocket once, and Maul doesn't only fly into an episode of blind rage and super melodramatic monologuing, but he also gives him a boon that is nothing but trouble and chaos of epic proportions.

Bonus background detail/close up, because while I didn't redraw the full thing, I'm quite proud of my modifications:

More of the Star Wars meets Hades AU (I’m trying to give monthly updates on my progress with it)

[heymacy]

IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

[hascapart]

my contribution for Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day

[kevinsdsy]

bonus (silly tweet for the muslim oomfs):

trojans social media au – the archives (pt. 6): made oomfs one shot a canon event apparently BC LMAOOO how are we still going