hungry-skeleton:

I made a DNI banner based on the Big Bill Hell’s commercial tgdffffdfgsfvfghdd

It’s free to use so go feral :)

tateratots:

people can’t talk to me about lord of the rings because as soon as they mention gandalf the grey and gandalf the white and monty python and the holy grail’s black night benito mussolini and the blue meany

inksandpensblog:

Purple, growing up with the idea that being on the ground is the worst position you can put yourself in. (Because it doesn’t mean they won’t attack you, it just means you won’t fight them if they do. But you know she isn’t gonna fight, so if the best you can do is make yourself a more convenient target-)

Purple, kneeling before a gravestone, because why get up now?

Purple, in his castle, staring at two strangers who stood up way too quickly. Purple, riding on the back of a monster, seeing his opponents lying prone or sitting defeated on the ground, and wondering why this doesn’t feel like victory. Purple, launching himself up from his defeated slump, only to be taken aback when he realizes they aren’t moving in to attack.

Purple, eager to prove his commitment, dropping to one knee before a throne. Purple, collapsed with laughter, clearly not a threat, not up to any sneaky tricks, oh no, how could he, he’s on the floor, see?

Purple, curled up in the corner as black lightning writhes over his form, staring dully at a portrait on the wall and wonder what went wrong.

Purple, snow chilling his knees as the weight of his failings overcomes him.

Purple, Red’s arm around his shoulders, lifting the other stick’s weight as Red’s body rides out the aftershock of possession.

Purple, struggling to stay on his feet amid the torrent, he’s trying but it’s not enough-

Purple, alone in the void, watching the petals join him on the ground once more.

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huffylemon:

ultirex:

“feeling like a person again” collection

nicoleanell:

lgbtunis:

its always some fucking day in some fucking month in some fucking year isnt it

happy fucking day in a fucking month in a fucking year day

strongermonster:

strongermonster:

strongermonster:

strongermonster:

i’m helping out at a creative writing workshop for uhhh i think 10-12s? 10-14s? idk. but that age range. and anyways

a) i forgot how fun this is

b) it’s really hard not to like, re-write for them and stick to just “hey add descriptions here, change this grammar, really cool ideas!” bc i’m an adult and not trying to talk over/railroad these kids, but i’m just so excited for their ideas!!!

c) little boys write cool stuff like “what if we went to mars but it sucked so we left, but left behind all our technology and the technology rose up and created its own society and then went to war with us for abandoning them? what if transformers had 100x the war crimes? what if the earth blew up. what if we were the robots all along?”

d) little girls out here writing like “aunt melanie’s skin was sloughing off the bones as her beloved dogs tore her apart, turning on her in blind animal instinct. the second she stopped providing food, she became food.” and a lot of body horror and dark themes about group pacts and betrayals and ritualistic murder/sacrifices. like a lot

there’s a board filled with dozens and dozens of little construction paper thought bubbles that have some pretty generic plot points in them (what if there were aliens? what if you time travelled? what is true love? what if you could talk to animals? kinda stuff) and we encouraged them to write at least a paragraph for each one and not just pick the one that sounded coolest, just to see what sparks inspiration.

EVERY single little girl took the ‘fall in love one’ and did something unconventional with it.

some of them were stories about self-empowerment and falling in love with yourself, or falling in love with the mundane, life itself, a pet, a garden, a hobby, just loving being alive! (😭🥺🥰)

but a lot of them were deeply fucked up stories about like “what if you fall in love with a guy but he doesn’t like you the same amount back, so you biopsy his liver (??) because you found an old polish love potion/spell, but it backfires like some kinda djinn wish and you actually mind control him and it takes you years to notice that you’re whole love life has been a deception bc you accidentally turned on god mode without realizing it, and now you’re questioning if you’re even lovable at all bc this is the only person you’ve ever allowed to love you, and it wasn’t even real, so now you’re spiralling into a breakdown, but that old polish spell book you buried under a tree is whispering your name so you try to fix it and make everything worse?”

me, turning to the teacher who is also doing this: hey so, i’m personally really cool with the tone and direction these girls take, but is any of this? how you say… a red flag?

teacher: little girls have really rich inner lives to combat the way they’re puppeted by society in real life. they’ll learn to censor it out in a couple years, but it doesn’t go away.

me, who was also a weird little girl who phased in and out of weirdness depending on social settings: nice.

Update: the children have discovered collaborative writing, plunging their weirdness to new depths via team effort.

they are now creating a story/comic(/movie??) that seems to be a thinly veiled allegory for killing authority figures via psychic powers gained through a ring tainted with frog poison that also kills the wearer, but you can only kill one other person so its a 1:1 death ratio/murder-suicide for the greater good, so the characters start out willingly sacrificing themselves to 'rid the world of evil’ but, like all things of this nature, it becomes corrupt and they start forcing people to do psychic murders

librarycard:

IM EVIL IM UNLOVEABLE IM WRETCHED IM TURNING INTO SOMETHING UNRECOGNIZABLE IM A MONSTER <- sat alone in room for too long