#tw// death mention

[springysprongy]

Au au au

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Prequel fanfic - Gone Girl part 3

J watched, it was now 3pm and she started noticing more JC Jensen cars in the parking lot. She shoved N and barked softly, trying not to awaken Tessa, "Hey, dipshit! Look."

N looked up at the other cars and asked, "huh... I wonder what's going on?"

J turned the company radio on in the car on low, she listened carefully to the voice on the radio.

"Attention all employees, if you see Miss Elliott, capture her and bring her back to the manor, any drones she is with, capture for disposal."

N flinched in fright before starting to panic.

J grabbed N by his wig and scolded in a whisper, "Quiet! You're going to wake Maxxine" She sighed as she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, "We need to take her home. I know she wants to run away, but our lives are at risk too, N."

N was about to say something when J interrupted him again.

"What's going to happen if they destroy me, huh? They're going to probably make sure Tessa never sees the light of day again." J hugged herself, she started crying, "This is all my fault... I should've stopped her."

N sighed as he tried to reassuringly rub J's back.

Normally, J would've smacked his hand away but, today, she let him. She was extremely distraught. "I don't know... do we help her escape or drive her home?"

N sighed, there was no other option that would ensure all their safeties. He suggested, "Let's... lets call V and make an alibi that we found Tessa and we are bringing her home... It will spare our lives, but... I don't know if Tessa will forgive us."

Tessa sat up, the banter between her two favourite bots had awakened her. "Hmmm, what's going on?" J started to explain but N was talking over top of her. The two worker drones bickered like two siblings that weren't getting along.

"Seriously N, it's Tessa's choice."

"You're being unreasonable, J, we should go home."

Tessa gently hushed them both and heard the sound of the radio. She sighed, her voice shockingly stern, "So they're on my tail and they want your hides too... huh?"

Tessa listened, holding her wrist gently as she heard the words "there is a one million dollar bounty on her head" she rubbed her hand over the bruises from the shackles.

She took an ancient flip-phone out of her backpack and powered it up. She urged to J, "Turn off the radio, please... I have a call to make." Across town, a young woman was clocking out of her job at the JC Jensen drone repair shop, her cellphone started to ring. The girl recognized the number and headed to her car before taking the call. "Hey Tess," she greeted over the phone, "I heard about what's going on, what's up?"

Tessa put her wig back on after putting the call on speaker phone. "Well, Alexandria, sounds like the plan is a bust, and I'll have to get home.. care to be my decoy?"

The youngest JC Jensen employee piped up proudly, "Oh heck yes, come by my parents' house and we can cook up a plan."

Tessa finished putting back on her purple and pink wig and responded happily into her phone, "Sounds like a plan." She turned her attention back to her two favourite worker drones and instructed, "Buckle up, we're going for a drive." To Be Continued

[khrused-archived]

..my grandma passed away ln and I've been crying since ln and all this morning. I just don't know how much worse this can get. I feel like? I'm losing everything and everyone i loved and im having a hard time. So today...idk if ill be around. Or the rest of this week. Idk. My heart just rly hurts rn . I want to write and talk especially now but...jjst no promises, ok?

[podcastwizard]

ideal ways for me to die

1. old age, peacefully in my sleep

2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it's moral to profit off a photo of someone's death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.

3. sex accident.

[landrylovesmatcha]

she’s everything 💕

tw: death mention

[hamsterdads]

having a lot of toh thoughts tonight, so here's a few :] I think that king and the collector would be life partners ( probably platonically, but mostly just whatever keeps them together forever hehe)

i also think the collector would take luz's passing the hardest (given their history with it and all...) and i think she'd know this and do her best to prepare them for it. so here's me trying to deal with all that.

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred gets sick of Bruce breaking and losing stuff on patrol so he gets a label maker and starts naming items after the kids

Alfred: I got you a new phone, just like you asked. Its name is Jason. Try not to let it die.

Bruce, tearing up: Why would you say that—

[bamsara]

Part 2 to this comic

What happened in Darkwood in the meantime?? Dont worry about it

[stars-bean]

ꕥ The Addams Family ꕥ ➛ 2.14 - "Morticia's Dilemma"

[ciderjacks]

dad issues

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(I think they were all fundamentally affected by what they saw and just collectively decided not to share the upsetting details)

[springysprongy]

Ms Paint is fun

[canadiannationalfox]

Here is my first Murder Drones AMV starring Tessa. The song is Concrete Angels by Martina McBride. Sorry for the jumpcuts for the video and the song missing chunks, I wanted it to match up better with Tessa's life and some visuals

[420technoblazeit]

has anybody else seen the bit in tommy's new video yet. where he asks mumbo jumbo if he can revive technoblade with redstone. bc that actually made my jaw DROP hol yshit. the pause just before he says it. you can hear the gears turning in phil's head as he realizes what tommy's about to say. the immediate psychic damage. truly horrid thank you tommy. ik techno would be losing it over that joke

[frownyalfred]

actually I think a lot of people whisper their confessions to Superman because they know there’s a — greater than average — chance he might be listening after all. wishes, secrets they take to their death bed, things they don’t want to be judged for but need to say.

and Clark takes it all on his shoulders with the grace he exhibits in the rest of his life. until one day that voice in his ear is familiar. there’s a heart, racing but beginning to slow. and it’s Bruce’s words that come to him, choked out between the sound of his lungs filling with blood.

and it doesn’t matter that Clark shatters the sound barrier traveling across the globe to a random alley in Gotham. by the time he arrives, it’s already too late. Bruce had chosen the last few seconds, knowing Clark would hear him. knowing he’d pass those words along to his children. knowing he would burden his closest friend with his last words, and still trusting (cursing?) him with them anyway.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Tumblr introduced a "postmortem" feature, where dead celebrities could blog from the afterlife. Only Terry Pratchett used it.

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick, to the Joker: Hello. My name is Richard Grayson. You killed my brother. Prepare to die.