#so here we are lol

[derpiedoxie]

Well, that sure was one hell of an info dump

(Part 2 of this other comic I did, here’s the link to the first part)

#someone reblogged this with ‘he proceeded to talk for three hours’ which then gave me the idea to make a little sequel #I wanted this to be a bit simpler than the first #but then I decided to make Moon’s eyes red #then I wanted it to look like they were glowing #and then I added some lighting #so here we are lol #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf moon #five nights at freddy's #moondrop #derpiedoxie #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #digital art #fanart #daycare attendant #security breach #fnaf fanart #comic #small comic

[wastemanjohn]

johndean // flower face - spiracle

#johndean #china makes edits #spn #spn edit #i was feeling spicy about them #and having sex and power dynamics thoughts as usual #so here we are lol #nsft

[saybiwithme]

Everything will be alright

#911edit #evanbuckleyedit #eddiediazedit #911 #9-1-1 #911 on fox #911 fox #Eddie diaz #Evan buckley #buddie #buddieedit #reneeedits #yeah so I was thinking about this song and then bam my head was thinking about the shooting and buck begins #so here we are lol

[hecatesbroom]

So I may or may not have gotten a little bit carried away trying to justify my Dorothy is queer headcanon, wrote a little thing, and figured I might as well post it:

Summary:

A little introspective character piece; an exploration of Dorothy's sexuality from her point of view. -- Their home is a perfect representation of Dorothy’s one-in-four theory: one woman who doesn’t have a type, for every three who do. Dorothy supposes it’s normal, then, that she’s never looked at a man and felt instantly attracted to him before. She’s simply the one in four who doesn't have a type, who needs more time to get to know a man, needs to know if he even wants her in the first place before she knows if she’s attracted to him. She’s carefully stored away the memory of how, as a little girl, before she’d learned how the world worked and what her place in it was, she did have a type. How she'd dreamed of having a wife.

#the golden girls #dorothy zbornak #my only resolution for the new year was to stop overthinking and just post the stuff i write so the internet can suffer my nonsense with me #so here we are lol #my writing

[camels-pen]

Sanji's Egg

#one piece #sanji #black leg sanji #screenshot redraw #doodley doots #me and my bro are slowly making our way through Utena & we watched the Nanami's Egg episode and i was POSSESSED with the need to draw Sanji #so here we are lol

[agalnamedlunasea]

New icon / manga panel redraw 👀

#been wanting my own art to be my icon for a while #but i dont like throwing people off like that #and i got very attached to that hajime #so here we are lol #danganronpa #hajime hinata #lunaseaart #also ayo posting at 1 am again so no one's gonna see the original tags

[ellies-little-gun]

They were supposed to go together. That’s how it was supposed to go. All poetic and shit, like Riley said. They were supposed to go together. Holding each other and going mad. They were supposed to go together. 

She definitely should have noticed before she did. She clings to Riley, tears streaming down her face. She wants to get back up, smash more glass. Scream and curse and have a meltdown. She doesn’t, just holds onto Riley and hopes she turns first. Doesn’t think she could stand seeing Riley like that. Yeah, better for Ellie to go first. 

Riley kisses her again, soft and gentle. Holds Ellie’s face in her hands and presses their lips together. Their tears mix, and the feeling has Ellie sobbing. Riley shushes her, pressing pecks all over her face until she’s giggling again. It makes Riley smile, her giggling, so she does it more. Just to see the way Riley’s eyes light up. Ellie does it back, too, obnoxiously pressing her lips to Riley’s cheek, over and over. It makes Riley laugh, and for a moment, Ellie can pretend this isn’t happening. That they aren’t waiting. It gives Ellie a glimpse into a future they could have had, and the weight settles around her heart like a vice. 

They talk about nothing and everything at the same time. Riley asks with a chuckle how long Ellie has wanted to kiss her. Ellie answers simply, too long. She’s wanted it for too long. Me too, Riley says, and rage fills Ellie again at her words. How much time had they wasted? How long could they have been together if only they’d known? Been less afraid. Riley leans her head on Ellie's shoulder, and the anger drains from her as quick as it came. No point in dwelling on it now. What’s done is done. 

She should have noticed it earlier. How Riley seemed to be getting worse and worse, but she wasn’t. She didn’t feel any different at all. The bite itched a bit but didn’t seem to be getting worse. Didn’t seem to be spreading. Not like Riley’s. Her whole forearm is a web of raised veins. Proof of the infection working its way to her brain. Traveling through her blood to take over. Turn Riley into something else, into one of those things.  

Riley stops talking after a while, lapsing into silence. That’s when Ellie finally notices. That she isn’t getting any worse. The Cordyceps isn’t spreading up her arm, migrating to her brain. Her bite doesn’t look like Riley’s, just looks like a bite mark. Innocent enough, if you ignore the mildly raised welts branching off it. Innocent if you don’t know what caused it. It’s up to Riley’s face now, turning her skin into a map of raised veins. 

She thinks Riley is gone, unaware of the world. That the fungus has taken over her mind. She’s proven wrong when Riley presses the gun into her hand. Ellie tries to refuse it, pushing it away. She didn’t like option one any more than Riley had. It’s ironic, she thinks; she was so desperate to hold that same gun earlier. Now she wants nothing to do with it. Riley is insistent, though, grabbing her hand and wrapping her fingers around the cold metal. 

“Don’t let me hurt you,” Riley whispers, and Ellie can see the effort that simple sentence requires.  

Ellie takes the gun, ignoring the pit she can feel forming in her stomach. Something is wrong; she can feel it. Why isn’t she getting worse? They were supposed to go together, lose their minds together. So why isn’t Ellie getting sick? Why does she have to watch this? Riley grins, faint as it is, when she takes the gun from her. Ellie flips the safety off but doesn’t do anything else. She looks at Riley and ignores the evidence of the infection. Tries to remember her the way she was earlier, dancing and laughing and smiling. Kissing her.

Even with the gun, she can’t bring herself to use it. Just lets it sit there, on the floor next to her leg. Riley’s hand is shaking, has been for who knows how long. It’ll be soon. Ellie knows that a shaking hand is a bad sign. Ellie’s hands are steady, and she hates it. She still refuses to pick up the gun, silently pleading with anyone who may be listening for this to end differently than she thinks it will. 

“Do what you have to,” Riley tells her, every syllable a herculean effort.  

Ellie shakes her head, tears springing fresh to her eyes. Riley turns towards her then, hand coming up to cup her face. She nuzzles into the touch, a single tear sliding down her face. She should be scared, she thinks, being this close to an infected. But this isn’t an infected; it’s Riley. It’s the one person on the planet she actually gives a shit about. The one person she can say she loves. She loves her. She can’t do it. Riley drops her hand, reaches past her, picks up the gun, places it in her hand, curls Ellie's fingers around it. The noise Ellie lets out doesn’t sound human, doesn’t sound like her. It sounds scared. She whips her head back and forth; she won’t do it. She won’t.

She does. 

Hours later, she’s pulled from sleep, she doesn’t remember falling asleep, but she must have, by the sound of growling. Riley, fully infected and snarling at her. She doesn't run, just backs away slowly, afraid that running will trigger Riley to attack her. She tries to plead instead, tries to get through to her. To the part of Riley that cares. It doesn’t work. Because, of course, it doesn’t. This isn’t Riley anymore. Isn’t her first love anymore. Riley is gone. So, she does it. She shoots Riley in the head. Sees her on the floor and scrambles away, vomiting up her meager stomach contents, sobbing the whole time. 

Crawls back over to Riley, lying down beside her and wrapping her in her arms. Ignores the hole in her forehead, ignores the blood trailing down her face. Presses a kiss to her hair. Tells her she loves her, even though it's too late. Holds Riley close and wails grief into the empty mall. Cries for the future they never got to have. Weeps at the unfairness, at the injustice. How unfair is it, that she got Riley and lost her in the same day? The thought causes a new wave of crying, hands tangled in the fabric of Riley’s coat. Pulls her closer and closer, even as her body begins to cool. 

It’s how Marlene and her people find her. They come to retrieve Riley and those fucking pipe bombs. Instead, they find Ellie, choking on her own breath, the smell of blood heavy in the air. She snarls like a feral animal when they try to separate her from Riley; teeth bared and not afraid to bite. It takes some convincing, and a promise that Riley will be buried for her to let go. Marlene orders her men not to kill her, for some reason. Ellie tries not to feel disappointed by that. Feels numb as Marlene and her people march her from the mall. Doesn't care where they are taking her.

They were supposed to go together. That’s how it was supposed to go. All poetic and shit, like Riley said. They were supposed to go together. Holding each other and going mad. They were supposed to go together.

#I wrote two versions of this fic #and believe it or not this is the happier version #I had thoughts about what happened after the scene ended so I wrote a thing #all in my feelings about this episode #so here we are lol #ellie williams #riley abel #tlou #hbo tlou #tlou hbo #tlou spoilers #hbo tlou spoilers #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #hbo tlou fic #hbo the last of us fic #tlou fic #the last of us fic #tlou drabble #hbo tlou drabble #tlou hbo drabble #my fic #my post #my writing #my thoughts #Z writes

[teaah-art]

Lucy and her suitors

#dracula #dracula daily #arthur holmwood #lucy westenra #quincey morris #john seward #dr seward #dracula fanart #fanart #my art #i hope no one flips this image cause arthur is wonky and also if you flip it it looks like everyones sliding to one side #but its 1:30 am already and i don't wanna look at this anymore #if i don't post it ill go insane #so here we are lol

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

First day of Comi-con down!!

#tidewater comicon #monster high #tomorrow I’m being Ariel! #today was a good day! #we were exhausted at the end tho because we got the times wrong lol #thought it was over at 4 but it was actually over at 6 💀 #it was still a good and fun day tho! #I tried to make a post before the con started but the wifi was awful so it wouldn’t go through #so here we are lol

[leafywillow]

New reason for being MIA lmao oops 😅 his name is Bear, he's a 30 lb newf puppy and a menace, and I'm obsessed with him

#my husband REALLY wanted a newfoundland dog #so here we are lol #im exhausted #puppies are exhausting #but look at the FLOOF #he feels like a cloud #and everytime he lays like that it cracks me up #looking like a melted chocolate bar #also look at the size of his PAWS #im not ready for how big hes gonna get 😅😅😅 #kasey talks #nonsims #dl

[flatasstemple]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JYUSHI!!

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #jyushi aimono #kuko harai #draws #around this time last year was when i first got into hypmic #i didnt know anyones birthdays but i remember jyushi was the first birthday i was here for! and i promised myself i'd make something for his #birthday next time #so here we are lol #i did it!!

[leenesomewhatdraws]

Novembmas, Day 13: First Train / Favorites !

Transcription:

[Ingo brings a mug to Emmet working on his laptop on the couch]

(E) [Emmet] (1) "Yayy ! Thanks, you're the best !"

(I) [Ingo] (2) "So does that mean I'm your favorite brother ?"

(E) (3) "But you're the only one I have ?"

[Ingo puts his head on Emmet's and hugs him from behind the couch]

(I) (4) "But am Iiii ?"

(E) (5) "Of course you are"

(I) (6) "Well you're also my favorite brother"

#not gonna lie when I first submitted this prompt i was more thinking about angst #but then i was like “actually... i don't wanna :(” #so here we are lol #fluff <3 #i wish i could have had more time with this one i kinda rushed it #i wanted to be proud of it but i'm only semi-satisfied </3 #well you can't hit it all the time sometimes it misses 🤷‍♀️ #i want to do another version of this prompt where emmet and ingo are interviewed after being promoted to subway bosses #and when asked “What's your favorite thing about becoming a subway master?” #they both answer at the same time “Being able to do it together” <3<3 #(writing this here half because i want to share it and half so I don't forget and can actually do it in the future <3) #... i just realized i forgot to put the computer's logo in the last frame fuck #first ingo's last line now this ? urrgh >:c #aaah well #submas #novembmas #submas november #leene's art tag #blankshippers dni

[monarchisms]

btw, like most things relating to rt these days, i found out about the hospital controversy from a post on reddit like, a few weeks ago

i made the post here with more info both because it just felt like the right thing to do, and also because of how little awareness of it there seemed to be

#i can’t exactly cite reddit as a reputable source #so here we are lol #this whole thing is my make or break for if i even watch the stream 😬 #anyways if you’re a transphobe eat shit and fuck off

[bazookapussy-stankhoe-5000]

Hi, no one asked for this but I've decided to compile together all my favorite moments from 50% off (by Octopimp on YouTube). Here's part 1

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

#i figured out how to download youtube videos and how to splice clips together and now i have too much power #free! iwatobi swim club #free! #50% off #sorry im like going insane #im gonna post these as i make them and they take me some time cause you know never done it before #but that way i wont flood yalls dashes #just been thinkin about this for a while #mentioned offhand a week or two ago to my sister that i wanted to make a post about all my fave 50 off quotes #and she said 'itd be better if you made like a video compilation' #and i had no knowledge of video editing or anything similar but the thought was lodged in my brain #so here we are lol

[charl3ss]

The Girl, The Saint, The Martyr:

It is morning, and the earth is dewy and green yet.

The city wakes up, men and women both fighting for just one more day.

Hands clasped, so they pray.

But for her, the final day has come, and there is no time for regret.

She thinks of home, her great distant dream.

She remembers the feel of the grass against her skin.

If she listens closely, she can still hear the sound of her mother singing from within.

There will be none of that anymore. Not for her, no matter how loud she may scream.

Against the post, still she breathes.

The angels had whispered in her ear with voices like music and told her she was bound to burn.

And so home she left, never to return.

The match is lit. Nothing can save her now—no matter how much she begs or seethes.

Joan, Joan, Joan, someone says—an angel? The distant future?

They will paint portraits of her and hang them for all to see.

She will become a saint, a beacon of martyred divinity.

But now, she is yet just a girl. And as the flames lick her heels, she regrets her ears that ever picked up the whisperings of angels.

#idk if this is actually any good but I’m really proud of it 😭 #I wrote the bulk of it like a year ish ago but I recently went back and changes some things #and repolished #so here we are lol #betsey rambles #poetry #my poetry #spilled ink

[mushtoons]

We talked with a few of our headmates, and agreed to use an older blog more for public system stuff, if yall would like to follow yall can, but its gonna just be reblogs and text posts about us and our system by headmates lol

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄

#a few of us have felt neglected because we dont share tje same interests as others #but still would like to interact and be ourselves #that and we agreed its healthy to talk more openly and get better comfortable being us around people #so here we are lol #lets see how long we can do this before echo gets cold feet and nukes the blog #wood wide web #may delete later