#triggerwarning

[lentjen]

My gorgeous girl list

Gorgeous girls eat in calorie deficit

Gorgeous girls hit the gym

Gorgeous girls don’t eat fast food

Gorgeous girls skip breakfast

Gorgeous girls chew gum

Gorgeous girls go for their daily walk

Gorgeous girls don’t listen to people’s concerns

Gorgeous girls are skin and bones

Gorgeous girls skin doesn’t glow

Gorgeous girls have dead eyes

[knuppitalism-with-ue]

Our new #MonkeyCruise piece is a hommage to Artemisia Gentileschi's "Judith und Holofernes", one of the most brutal depictions of this popular theme.

Important to note here: it appears that this painting was kind of authobiographic. Artemisia painted it after being raped, and although the guy got time in prison her reputation was "damaged", so people say she painted her attacker into this piece. One of the most badass pieces of art I know.

The primate in this image is Nakalipithecus, potential relative of gorillas, or a drypithecine.

[voidesse]

⚠ TW: Scary, blood ⚠

Guys, I love horror and creepy art, drawing it relax me, its like a vent art but more spoopy.

Btw I'm sorry for the ones will be spooped

[youmatterlifeline]

[sweetserialkillers]

[urangelgirl1]

50.5 kg

<3

[thetrevorproject]

[deprixpainsblog]

Am Ende sind die $uixid Gedanken die , die noch bleiben.

[lostin-spaceagain]

In case anyone was wondering, I DID THAT!!!

From late March to early November!!

Still got a ways to go!!! But feeling very shocked with this side by side photo

[simsstuph]

Grams: He hasn't told you much has he?

Delilah nodded: Not really, he doesn't say much when it comes to before he moved here with you.

Grams sighed: Dan and his granddad were very close, my Bob would take him fishing every weekend and then he'd spend every weekend with us. He never wanted to go back home. It always broke my heart.

Grams drifted off into a memory.

Grams sniffled: Sorry dear, It cuts like a knife knowing Bob is gone forever. You spend most of your life with someone and suddenly they're gone.. It's a strange thing to adjust to.

Delilah rubbed her arm, unsure of what to say: I'm sorry Grams.

Grams wiped her nose with a tissue: Anywho, Dan's dad is a horrible man, I never understood what my daughter saw in him. She wasn't the best mother because of it. Always put him first, let him beat on the boys.

Delilah: Boys? Dan has siblings?

Grams: Two brothers, both younger. They aren't old enough to leave like Dan did.

[lentjen]

What I don’t eat:

Apples

Bananas

Pears

Oranges

Chocolate

Sugar

Milk

Eggs

Cheese

Anything dairy

Meat

Fish

Some sauces

Potatoes

Peas

Rice

Noodles

Paprika (red and yellow)

Nuts

Tofu

Corn

Sweets

Lollipops

Ice cream

Smoothies

Avocados

Baked things

Pastries

Buns & bread

What I eat :

Pumpkin

Carrots

Brokkoli

Cauliflower

Konjak noodles ( 0 cals)

Mushrooms

Green beans

Garlic

Soy yogurt

Almond milk

Jackfruit

Banana leaves ( has nothing to do with bananas)

Spinach

Salat

Gum

Cooked cabbage

Cucumber <3

Tomatoes

Beetroot

Green paprika

Tell me why I gain weight???????????

Share your safe foods in the comments please:)

[normabateswife]

A new scary story straight out of the Conjuring Universe..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48728629/chapters/122920957

https://www.wattpad.com/story/347199924-the-shattered-soul

[imjustthatbad]

The Ending We Won’t Get:

A/N: FIRST AND MOST IMPORTANT THERE IS MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND BEING CHAINED UP (not in the fun way) if that bothers you please do not read. Anywho… This is my first attempt at this kind of fanfic so please if you read this go hard on me. I did it without an editor and in the middle of the night but I needed a conclusion to this story so I’m making one. There will be some creative direction on my part but mostly trying to stick with what I have researched. Please give a read and let me know if it’s something you want me to continue. If Netflix won’t fucking save our Warrior Nun then gods damnit I will do my best to. From here on out all A/N will be at the end and I’ll add T/Ws at the top. Hope you enjoy this fellow warrior nuns.

——————

Chapter One: Dancing With Your Ghost

… A week after Adriel’s defeat…

“Have a good night Hans, remember to push the specials.”

“Alright Beatrice, have a good night and let me know if you hear from her.”

The air was cold and the rain bit her skin through her shirt as she walked from the bar back to her home above the butcher’s. She wasn’t sure what made her return to the Alps. Maybe because that’s where she was happiest, maybe because that’s what she wanted, maybe because she hoped that Ava would walk through that door any second. It’s been a week and that hasn’t happened and her hope dwindled more and more with each passing moment. As she approached the door to their…her…apartment she paused for a moment. Pushing back the hope that maybe if she opened the door she’d be greeted by the woman who she had once shared it with. She closed her eyes as she pushed the door open and once she heard the door gently hit the wall she slowly opened her eyes and… Empty. To be expected but most definitely not wanted.

She sighed and walked in, locking the door behind her. She crossed the small apartment and turned her kettle on before looking into her apartment. Nothing had changed since she and Ava had last left it. The bed meticulously made something Ava used to make fun of her for.

“It’s just going to get unmade Bea, you really don’t need to make it. I swear you can take the nun out of the Cat’s Cradle but you can’t take the Cat’s Cradle out of the nun.”

“Well, you live under the scrutiny of Mother Superion for a majority of your life and tell me not to make this bed. Besides, it helps you stay out of it till it’s time to sleep.”

“Trust me, I’ve spent enough time in a bed that I don't need any motivation to stay out of one. Well unless it involves having se..”

“..I get the point! …I’m still making this bed, now will you help please.”

“Yes mother.”

The sound of thunder pulled her from the memory far too soon. She shook her head and entered the bedroom pulling fresh clothes from the dresser and changing into warmer, less soaked clothes. Her timing was perfect as she pulled her sweatshirt down just as the kettle began to whistle. She watched the rain fall from a window in the apartment slowly sipping on her tea and attempting to relax. Being free from the obligations of being a warrior nun was still very new, she always had the pull to do something. Train, study, guide others, learn new things, help everyone with anything but now, now was just for her. An attempt at a normal life she had never had. At just being Beatrice. It felt weird, she felt wrong but “It’s still new, it’ll get easier.” Camilla had assured her a five days prior during a surprise phone call. She hadn’t wanted to lose all her friends and kept in contact when she could but at the same time she wanted to be alone. Wanted to start over. In this life or the next didn’t necessarily mean you had to die to get a second chance.

She watched the rain fall for several minutes, finishing her drink before starting her night time ritual. Same as it’s always been; shower, brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, and pray. She knows she doesn’t have the obligation to do that last bit anymore but it made her feel less…she wasn’t sure but it helped. She walked to the couch and got under the blankets. She hadn’t gotten the courage to sleep in their bed yet. She let the soft sounds of rain and thunder lull her to sleep.

“Oh Bea…”

She opened her eyes and saw her, the small yet strong brunette kneeling next to her a soft yet sad smile on her face.

“Bea…what are you doing? Why are you gone? Where are you?”

Her eyes fluttered with confusion, she felt her eyebrows pull together as she tried to sit up but found that she was unable to move.

“Ava? Ava! Ava I can’t..I can’t move, are you okay? How are you here? What happened?”

She felt Ava’s hand run down the side of her face as she cupped her chin. She desperately wanted to pull Ava into her but when she tried to move her arms she felt the pull of metal on her wrists. Looking down she saw that she was chained to the ground.

“Ava, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

A singular tear ran down Ava’s face, did she look older? More weathered?

“I’m fine Bea, but why are you gone? Where have you run off too? You’re going to miss all the fun.”

She watched as Ava’s eyes got darker, the singular tear slowly turning black. Her voice sounded lower and harsher, like she had been screaming for years without pause. Beatrice pulled hard against the chains, she felt the all too familiar feeling of skin ripping on her wrists as her binds cut into her but she didn’t stop trying.

“Ava! What do you mean? Where are you? What’s going on? Ava please..please help me so I can help you! I miss you so much, please let me help you.”

Ava stood, her eyes continuing to darken, a dark purple light emitting from her back. The halo? No the halo is golden it doesn’t shine purple that’s impossible there’s been no mention of it ever turning purple or any other color. She pulled against the chains again, she felt a give and Ava must’ve heard it too, her focus moving from Beatrice’s face to her wrists.

“Nothing can save her now, she’s under my control. Nothing can stop my halo bearer.”

That’s not Ava’s voice but it’s not Adriel’s voice either. Who’s speaking through her? She pulled harder on the chains and felt her left arm break free and she reached out to Ava but she wasn’t fast enough. Ava side stepped and began laughing but it wasn’t her light and airy laugh Beatrice had come to love. It was someone else. This wasn’t Ava. It was her body but she’s not in control.

“So close, yet so far. We will find you, we don’t like loose ends. This war will be won by the superior army and nothing will stop us.”

Ava’s body begin fade as if she was phasing and right as Beatrice’s right arm was freed she was gone in a puff of smoke.

“AVA!”

Her eyes popped open as she quickly sat up, hearing herself scream for Ava. She stood up quickly and looked around getting her bearings. She saw her apartment, the made bed, the small night light tha Ava liked to keep on next to it. It took her a moment to convince herself it was all just a dream, no night a dream. A nightmare. She covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath.

“It was just a dream, nothing more.”

She assured herself and laid back down but as she laid back down and pulled the blankets back over her she noticed it. Her wrists, bruised but not bloody. As if she had been chained days ago and she was slowly healing from it. But that’s impossible. It was just a dream. Wasn’t it?

[thatonebadasslighter]

𝟗/𝟐𝟓/𝟐𝟑 | 🪐🍂🍷🌠 | 𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖠𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 ( Part One )

The autumn brown leaves fell from the twigs that hung three feet above us as our feet planted firm upon the damp green grass. We were ready to face our truths head on and see if we're actually invincible.

"Ready?" I ask scarcely.

" We'll see." Landon nods hesitantly.

The moonlight appears at a sickening moment as the time strikes ten pm. We both kept taking sip after sip, gulp after gulp until one of us dropped to the floor. I could've predicted that Landon was going to collapse first but I felt the real poison pulling me under. It coursed through my veins faster than a shooting star. I was dying.

" Landon…Landon…help!" My voice weak. I felt helpless in the middle of it all. The feeling of my insides caving in and my organs becoming so empty to a point where I finally realized this is end of my long seventeen year journey of living a life full of regrets and uncertainty.

" No! Stay with me, mate." Landon voice unsteady. " Hold on. I'm calling 911." His lip quivering uncontrollably. I can feel the frightening hurt in his voice. The feeling of losing me and himself. All I wanted to do was climb into my casket already so he didn't have to see me like this.

" They can't do anythi─"

" Don't say that! You don't know that. You can fight this." I hand him my gold chain that was wrapped around my neck. I gave it to him to make him feel safe inside. I won't be the hand that he holds on the street or tell him it'll be okay anymore. He needs to do that on his own. He needs to, he has to even if it hurts like hell.

" It's time. The poison in me is going to hit my heart any second. You need to go." I demand, practically whispering. " Promise me three things you're going to be okay. You'll attend Berkeley. and most importantly you'll stay sober. Prom─"

" I can't." Landon was shell shocked. He didn't want to leave me. " Please you have to stay ali─"

" Remember when you had your first vape pen. Mr. Radcliff came storming into the locker room and asked is that cotton candy I'm smelling?"

" Yeah. Sophomore me lived for danger." He chuckles softly, sniffling. " He really fell for it."

We never ratted each other out. That means he needs to understand that he's not leaving me because of guilt. I'm always going to be with him even when he doesn't see me. It was our decision and we are paying for our mistakes.

" I lo─" Suddenly everything goes pitch black and I knew that in this moment it's the end of the road for me. I know Landon loves me even though he never said it. Even more so, I know him more than he knows himself. Meaning, he doesn't give up, he never fails. More importantly he'll do anything in his power to find Alvafyre.

" I'm sorry Conor but I'm carving my own path for you…yeah I guess that's what I'll fucking do." Landon wiped his tears, shattering the glass bottle that sat beside him. He's taking his grandfather advice to heart and carving it into a whole different organ. But he might need to lean to Satan for how to get there because it won't be easy. " Mate we're going to Brawling Cliffside."

Qotp: Want a part two?

[lettersofencouragement-blog]

[zenithlaboratoriespod]

A letter to the woman at the Dollar Store today

Today there was a young man at the dollar store with an severe intellectual disability. He was loud, and repeated things to himself. That is okay. That did not give you permission to say what you said.

You said something to me after I cashed out your items. You said these exact words, burned into my brain:

“Aren’t we blessed to not be like that young man over there?” you said.

My stomach dropped. My heart skipped a beat, then pumped faster. I began to get shaky.

I said “That’s very rude.” That was an understatement.

You said “No, it isn’t. I mean we should count our blessings.”

I said “Yes, that’s rude.” And those were the only words I could find.

You repeated, with a shake of your head and an heir of superiority in your face, “No, it isn’t.”

I neglected to tell you, as I would any other customer, to have a good night. That was intentional.

You consumed my thoughts for the rest of the day. Little did you know, I myself in fact have a disability. What you did was an act of hatred. An act of belittling someone in order to self-congratulate.

I couldn’t stop replaying the interaction in my head. What you said, and what I should have. I have decided on saying this, if I ever see you again. I hope I don’t.

“I am like that young man. I have a disability. It may not be as obvious, but I struggle to function every day because of it. When you said ‘we are blessed not to be like that young man’, that hurt. You implied that I am not as ‘blessed’ as you, and that was a potent reminder that people look down upon me for who I am, as you did that young man.”