#this is not the end

[write-the-room]

I love this trend so much oh my god

[giotanner]

November 21st, 2023, Channel Tunnel, Strait of Dover. Another chest candy for Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish.

Months in the hospital, then in Task Force 141's MOB. Recovery was gradual, but solid, and Soap was readmitted to Captain John Price's squad six months later.

Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley gave him a set of knives and ordered him to practice as a welcome back and Sgt. Kyle “Gaz” a helmet.

Soap laughed.

(If I can't change things with my drawings then what would be the joy of being able to draw?)

SUPPORT the video on tiktok and REBLOG it, please! It helps so much (tumblr is one of the last social that works for artists!)

Ko-fi

[cosmically-kissed]

{ME}

[sacredfixation]

My thoughts while being the third wheel to this Lokius DATE

The way Loki brought up the weird texture of the cream like he was gonna critique it but then just KEPT. EATING. THE. CREAM. Sir. Is that… an instinct thing? Was he nervous?? Was he trying to look casual while his brain short-circuited over Mobius being cute and saying something about shaving cream???

[auriidae]

something something same premise different cautionary tales

[all-over-apertures-walls]

I guess the only way the guys could defeat the creepy Gamemaster who just likes to torture his players in the boardgame AU was to get on his nerves so he'd just be really done with them

There they go

Now he hates them. Happy ending, long live freehoun!

[deadsquidstudios]

again, people, THAT WASN’T THE ENDING

Act 3 is coming. Genuinely getting very annoyed with how many people seem to think that was the actual ending.

This is a character driven show and they just hired a bunch of new animators. It’s also a show that’s still fundamentally aimed at CHILDREN.

A children’s show would not end like this.

Act 3 is coming.

Stop the doomposting, take a deep breath, and remember that not every Object Show is ONE. There’s a happy ending coming.

After all, why else would Baxter have crawled over to Soap’s phone? Why else would they have shown us that shot of the recently deleted folder? Thats not a meaningless detail. The curtains aren’t just blue.

Why else would Bot not have made any appearances yet?

How is it that a show about talking objects has turned into a case study on why media literacy is so important?

Edit: the statement regarding it being a children’s show is just my personal opinion regarding what the target audience seems to be. It may not be correct and is mainly based on my own…god this sounds pretentious as fuck…observations of what age groups seem to make up the majority of the fan base.

Which probably isn’t the best metric considering that somehow the ATHF fandom is equally chock full of minors despite ATHF being very blatantly aimed at adults…

Edit again: told y’all they were making act 3.

[marcelineuntitled]

fanart for This Is Not The End by @kings-highway

potentially my favourite fic ever!! <3

[wherewisteriaends]

It really took me 24 hours to realize something. It's not that the ending is a bad ending. I mean, take us back a week ago. We all said that their kiss would be the kiss of death. We all predicted that Agatha would sacrifice herself for Teen. We also saw that the Road was it was very probable that Billy or Agatha (turned out both) could have created the road. If we all thought it, that says something and that is this ending made sense. So why are we all so angry ? Because even if it was an ending that made sense, they didn't write it in a way that it would make sense. And I'm not saying we didn't get a redemption arc when we should have. I don't think Agatha should have had a redemption arc. However we should at least have had her accepting Death as the end. And also her bonding with Teen. Because yes she has bonded with him but clearly not the point of choosing to die because he mentions Nicky. Which seriously, this sentence made no sense, gave absolute no explanations. Another major issue is the dynamic between Agatha and Rio. Them in episode 8 has nothing to do with all we saw before. It really feels like something happened that we missed or like the story was different. What they showed us of Nicky was beautiful, also doesn't explain Agatha and Rio dynamic in 8 while 8 makes the conflict all about Nicky. Apart from the grave, the whole scene in Agatha's basement was ridiculous. When Agatha is in Teen house, he doesn't act at all like he wants to kill her. And all of sudden he wants to banish her. I'm serious, they fucked up the relationship dynamics and developments. Same goes for Jennifer. She makes it out of road and she doesn't even search for Teen ? Because that would be the best reaction for someone who just said she wasn't letting anyone die under her watch again and that doesn't know Teen is behind her torture. Again, at the opposite of the development we saw of Jennifer. And Billy, which his portrayal is completely chaotic since episode 6. One time when Agatha comes out of the mud he appears like he wants to see her dead. Then in 8 he trusts her with his life all over again. And don't get me started of the nonsense of Billy in episode 9. And no I'm not a Billy hater, but they certainly write him as an inconstant character that obviously results in him being mistrusted by the viewers. Also what pisses me off is that Lilia's ending was perfect, and even Alice sour departure was beautifully handled. Which adds even more to it the sense of ruin.

And there was strong dialogue, strong acting skills in those two last episodes, beautiful scenes on screen. But it still doesn't make sense. I solemnly thank the actors for their portrayal, I thank the whole production team, makeup, costumes, light, cut, sets, everything because this was by far one of the best MCU projects - if not the best. And I doubt it's someone fault for what happened with the last episodes. SO PLEASE DON'T GO HATING ON PEOPLE. Please, think of your own humanity, and even if media make it very easy to succumb to hate, no one is responsible, no one deserves your hate for their part into the production of a show. What gives me a bit of hope is that they were so much left untold that it is possible we get a season 2 or other projects centered around Agatha or Jennifer or other witches. And because there was so much blur, we, as writer and reader, can see the opportunity to partake into a fiction we all so loved. So don't give up on Agatha All Along just yet and see a bit of the bright side. And because, the MCU ethics seriously should be questioned, wait on me, I will come with an essay down the line. And if I do and if you think it's worth readable, I'll send it to Marvel teams.

[bluebellowl]

Yes, I had to bring the subway bosses into our rp server! And of course Brawlhalla Cross is there too. And we’re in the 50s

The backstory:

After Ingo disappeared, Emmet has to take on double the work as he did before. For years this goes well but at some point there’s a massive accident in the subway system. Two trains crash into one another, many people died, and it’s Emmet’s fault.

Joseph Cross, a powerful mob boss who’s got shares in the NY subway, knows this tragedy will cause a massive loss in value, and so he goes seeking answers. How did this happen? Where is the other subway master? Why didn’t the one who’s left do better? But Emmet is stubborn and wont tell. They argue, then fight, Emmet loses.

There’ll be a lot more within this universe. There’s no published fic or anything but i’ll summon up bits from role play with the matching art.

[ryemackerel]

painted alexis and wyllow together because oh my god they are so so silly and!! AHWGHH i love acrylic painting, ive been practicing more for a while now :3

some other angles and close-ups

[the-insanity-of-mojiru]

Hirahara brainrot is real

(And a bonus little guy)

[mileycyprus-hill]

The Heart of Gondor

Chapter 3 - Through Shadow and Blade

Chapter 1 - The Heart of Gondor

Chapter 2 - The Weight of Madness

Summary: Boromir's choices in the forest of Amon Hen lead to drastic consequences. Will the reader, Boromir's comrade in arms, be there to save him this time?

.............

Boromir stumbled through the trees, his breaths ragged, his hands shaking. His body felt heavy, as though the weight of his own chainmail had doubled. No—this was not his armor. This was something far worse.

Shame.

The ghost of his fingers around your throat haunted him, seared into his skin like a brand. He had nearly killed you. The thought sent a violent shudder through him. He had known the Ring was a poison, had felt its pull like a tide in his blood, but never...never would he have believed himself capable of such a monstrous action.

Yet, he did.

His knees gave out, and he fell hard against the roots of a great tree, his hands digging into the damp earth as if to anchor himself. His breaths were shallow and quick. He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to force back the horrid images and sounds of his memory: your wide, terrified gaze, your strangled voice, Frodo fleeing in fear.

“What have I done?” he whispered again, his voice hoarse.

Boromir had always prided himself on his strength, his duty, his will. But, it had taken mere moments of weakness to unravel it all.

Would you ever trust him again?

Would anyone?

A rustling in the distance snapped his head up. His first thought was you returning, perhaps, to confront him. But this sound was different, almost wrong. There are too many footsteps...and much too heavy.

His heartbeat quickened.

Then, a guttural cry split the air.

Uruk-Hai.

With his military instinct taking over, Boromir surged to his feet. He grasped the hilt of his sword, cursing himself for letting his guilt overcome him. He had wasted too much time wallowing in it.

His legs burned as he ran, pushing through the undergrowth. Branches snapped against his body. When he broke through the trees, the sight before him made his blood turn to ice, but he did not slow.

Merry and Pippin's small forms stood in shock before the towering Uruk-hai, their weapons useless against the sheer strength of the beasts.

No.

Boromir did not think. With a deep cry, he charged.

His sword met flesh, cutting deep, and the first Uruk fell. Another came at him with a jagged blade, but Boromir was faster, knocking it aside before driving his own sword through its gut. He spun, blocking another strike, his body moving with the practiced fluidity of a seasoned warrior.

There were so many. More Uruks emerged and flowed from the trees and down the hills like a dark tide.

Then a small, dark flash came.

Pain exploded in Boromir's chest. The force was so strong, his body jerked backward, his vision flashing white. The impact of a black arrow drove him down to one knee.

Gritting his teeth, Boromir forced himself up, his grip on his sword tightening. He would not let the hobbits be taken. He would not fail them as he had failed you.

With a roar, he struck down another Uruk, fighting through the pain.

But a second arrow found its mark.

Then a third.

His strength was quickly leaving him. The weight of his sword was unbearable, his limbs sluggish. He could hear the hobbits screaming his name, but their voices were drowned beneath the dull, thudding roar of his own heartbeat.

Boromir fell to his knees, the world tilting around him. His fingers trembled as he willed himself to rise once more, but his body betrayed him.

Through the deafening sound of his own fading heartbeat, he heard another battle cry.

This cry did not match that of an Uruk-Hai. Its notes were far too golden and light, yet terrifying with a mix of fear, anger, and grief woven together. Like the shriek of a banshee told from the tales of the old ages.

He saw your face as you ran toward him, set in fierce determination with your blade drawn. You cut through the nearest Uruk with such brutal efficiency that your long strides barely faltered as you struck the next one.

One by one, their dark bodies fell beneath your fury, your strikes precise, yet desperate.

“Boromir!” you called.

He wanted to answer. He wanted to tell you to run, to save yourself but, the words would not come.

Then, another figure stepped into the fray.

Aragorn.

Boromir watched his blade flash and clash with the lead Uruk who pierced him with the arrows, and heard his shouts, commanding and unwavering. The Uruk-Hai numbers were faltering.

Yet Boromir's spirit was fading as he watched Merry and Pippin disappear into the distance, struggling against the hold of the retreating Uruks.

He senses you dropping to your knees beside him, your hands pressing against his wound. Your hands feel desperate, trembling, as he felt the warmth of your touch. The way your fingers clutched at him, it's as if your sheer will alone would hold him to this world.

“Stay with me,” you begged.

His vision blurred, but he forced himself to look at you, to see you one last time.

“I am sorry,” he breathed.

A sob broke from your lips. “No. No, you don’t get to say goodbye. Not now."

Aragorn was beside you now, examining the wounds, his expression grim.

Boromir let out a weak and painful chuckle, "I do not think even a king could heal this, my friend.”

His eyes track to Aragorn, who responds with a warm gaze and subtle nod to Boromir's acceptance.

Your grip on him tightened, your eyes blazing with refusal.

“Then I will,” you swore.

Boromir wanted to believe you, but he could feel the darkness pulling him.

He is so...so tired.

Gazing into your tear-streaked face, he read in them that he should not surrender just yet, no matter how much he wanted to.

But you still fought for him.

With a shuddering breath, Boromir closed his eyes.

And let himself fall.

[general-illyrin]

A while ago, I heard "This is Not the End" by Aviators, and it immediately made me think of Sam singing about Frodo, describing their relationship post-Quest from Sam's perspective. So over the past several months, I created this music video visualizing what I was seeing in my mind. And I finally finished it today!

[verademialove]

“Isolation isn't safety, it is death. If no one knows you're alive, you aren't.”

Neil Hilborn, This Is Not the End of the World