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*APPLAUSE*
Wonder Woman 75th Anniversary Special - “Predators” (2016)
written by Brenden Fletcher & Karl Kerschl art by Karl Kerschl & Michele Assarasakorn
🐯🕒 in France
I finished it :) it's been fun
my little sister painted me this cause she knows abt my tf2 hyperfixation at the moment do you ljike it
This is the cutest thing I've ever seen can I keep it. THAT'S SO CUTEEE 😭😭😭 AWWW AJSHAJHDJAS
KEEP THAT AND TREASURE THAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, U HEAR ME.
I found out about the jjk hello kitty collab today and this is the first thing my brain thought of
fucking gorgeous
If you’ve never heard this version dear god please press play it will change your life
"Human (Acoustic)," The Killers
KICK HIS ASS BULK HEAD
GET EM
LOST MEDIA: Epithet Erased (2002) VHS Set Edition
jokes aside, made a little animated doohickey for the kings birthday 🎉
Tumblr Tuesday: Mildenhall Manor Fanart Edition
Reporting live from Mildenhall Manor (help). Fresh in time for our favorite spooky month, the new Amazing Digital Circus adventure brought with it a huge lore drop. No one is crying! Everyone is fine! And the fanart is plentiful! Here's some episode 3 fanart—careful, now. This adventure holds spoilers.
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So true man delicatessen is the peak 🙌🗣️
Wait, Zooble, has Kinger or anybody else solved the crossword yet while Rags was out? - A.C.
"I think I'm sworn off Italian food after this adventure."
Haven’t drawn myself in a while lol
Happy Birthday @flanaganfilm! Thank you for all the incredible gifts you've given us fans throughout your career!
Wow! To build up our own hype for the Fallout TV show (which we have already finished by now) @plattenbauprinz and I crafted a DinLuke AU!
Just wanted to share the final concepts of Luke, Din and Boba!
Also thanks for everyone on the DinLuke server who hyped this little idea with us hehe
my honest review after finishing both the hobbit and the lord of the rings trilogies:
thinking abt dc trinity at an arcade together and bleeding thru their personas over the course of their outing coz of competitiveness/inability to let annoyingly loud and bright console pull one over them
’i know, sugar, i know.’
summary: finnick comforts reader after a nightmare
warnings: mentions of violence, death, pain, fear and forced prostitution (let me know if there’s more)
hot tears are running down your cheeks over already dry ones, like the adrenaline through your body. your hands are trembling as you hurry along the path that goes through victors village. it’s covered in sand. almost everything in your district is. sand from the beach, little stones and pieces of seashells, crushed under the peacekeepers’ boots. you’re running away. why? isn’t that obvious? you’re a victor, haunted by nightmares like every other one. where to? you don’t even know yourself. just away from your house, not your home. the house you got gifted in return for your cruel actions. actions that still haunt you and always will. you never wanted this. yes, before you did all of this you had to work hard to survive and still only barely made it. but was it really worth it? you know the answer. no.
definitely not.
when you win the hunger games, you can be free, live a happy life and the games are over for you. that’s what they say. well, guess what. that’s not true. the games never end, even if you won them. you can never really win. you aren’t free and president snow makes sure for you to know that.
your life had never been perfect but before you were thrown into an arena with 23 children that wanted to kill you, you were happier. the ones you killed yourself still haunt you, you see them in the scared, little kids at the reaping, your new mentees. the capitol is cruel. the four words repeat in your head. over and over again, the sand is hurting your feet but you don’t pay attention to that. you’re running through the village without stopping. you are just a kid. just a kid. 17 years old. you should be living your life instead of being sold to people at the capitol. but you can’t do anything about it. your family has no protection except you. you suddenly stop running. where’d muscle memory bring you? you’re standing at the end of the path in front of a house identical to yours.
finnick. your mind clears up and you find your original intention. the one you had when you left your house. you just want to see him, know if he’s okay, want him to tell you that it’s not real, that he understands you, that he goes through the same things. you want him to hold you close, whisper sweet words to you and wait until you fall asleep. without thinking any longer, you knock on the door. one, two, three, four seconds go by before the door opens. surprisingly fast.
finnick is standing before you, his hair disheveled but perfect, as always, wearing a white shirt and sweatpants. he looks alarmed but sighs loudly when he sees you. his sea green eyes are tired but as piercing as always. he seems to stare directly into your soul but not in a way that makes you uncomfortable.
‘y/n? what’re you doing here?’
‘i’m sorry i woke you,’ you murmur with a soft sniffle.
‘no,no, don’t be. are you okay?’ he asks with a worried frown. you weakly manage to shake your head before the adrenaline from earlier is completely gone. two muscular arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest where you let out a choked sob. finnick’s heart breaks for you, seeing you like this. to him, it’s a miracle you’re not able to hear it shatter in your position.
without thinking much about it you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his torso before he picks you up and carries you inside, closing the door behind the both of you. the next thing you know, you’re standing in the kitchen, feet now on the ground but still close to the young man’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing as your crying slowly stops and your breath calms.
‘hey, it’s okay, i’m here. i’ll protect you, alright? promise,’ he softly mutters into your hair. you can feel his lips move against your scalp as guilt washes over you. you shouldn’t burden him with this. he goes through the same things and you don’t find him knocking at your door in the middle of the night. he’s been doing it for a year longer than you now and he’s never really talked about it to you and how he’s getting by.
‘i’m so, so sorry, finn’
‘there’s nothing to be sorry for, sugar’
‘but- but you don’t show up at my front door step in the middle of the night because of some-‘
he interrupts your ramble.
‘maybe sometimes i want to.’ he gives you a soft, sad smile. ‘c’mon now. tomorrow’s the reaping, we gotta get some sleep,’ he states and without waiting for a reply, he picks you up again and carries you upstairs to his bedroom. finnick crawls into the bed next to you and pulls you close to his body again where you both lie in a comfortable silence until you start talking.
‘i saw her again,’ you whisper. ‘the girl from 10. she was only 13 years old.’ your voice breaks. ‘she was just a kid. and i shot her, i killed her. i feel horrible. i’m a monster, finn.’
it’s true. you saw her again in your dream. almost every time your brain puts you back in the arena you see the little girl, your arrow in her chest, the clattering of your bow on the ground as you realise what you had done, the cannon that signals her death.
and then the booming voice that announces you as the winner of the 67th annual hunger games, the winner.
what a lie. no one ever really wins.
‘you were just a kid yourself. you didn’t want it, you were forced. it’s not your fault, sweetheart. you’re in district 4, safe,’ he mutters as you let a few silent tears fall onto his chest, dampening his shirt but he doesn’t care. finnick just wants to hold you, make it stop, protect you from the capitol, snow. if he could take all of your pain and fear away, he would without hesitation. without even thinking about it. ‘but so were you,’ you whisper. ‘you were 14, finnick, 14 and then 16. and now 19. it’s not fair.’ he repositions himself to look at you. there it is again. the sad smile. it says more than a thousand words. and you return it.
‘i know, sugar, i know.’
you fall asleep soon after but finnick stays awake for now, unable to bring himself to sleep as well. he watches your facial expressions shift, watches a frown form on your face as you mumble quietly. all he does all night is whisper sweet things to you and hold you close in the hope to ease your mind and help with the nightmares. he silently thinks about the situation you’re both in; forced into prostitution by president snow. an object to buy. he knows that you’re only doing it because you want to protect him and he only does the same to protect you.
ironic, isn’t it? he chuckles softly at the thought before silently vowing to find a way for you out of this, away from the capitol, into a happy and free life. maybe with him. you’d want that. a life with him somewhere down by the coast.
‘i love you, sweetheart, you don’t even know how much,’ he whispers and plants a soft kiss on your hairline before finally falling asleep with you in his arms.
a/n: please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it <3 luv ya also I’m laughing at the gif rn because it’s literally finnick casually laughing about his own death i love him
edit: i just noticed that finnick being 19 in this and the sentence ’tomorrow’s the reaping’ means that annie is going to get reaped the next day
marry shitscram yall
IT"S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Check out my animation of the title song from Nerdy Prudes Must Die, a horror musical from @teamstarkid You can watch the FULL stage show on their youtube channel!
https://youtu.be/PG3RDdyD_GQ?si=Rhxg6asT0MMoTTXd This clip features Jon Matteson as Richie, Will Branner as Max! The story and script is by Nick and Matt Lang, with music and lyrics by Jeff Blim!
john hunger: soon, merle, you shall call us ascendant
merle:
[ID: blathers, an owl from animal crossing, says "Feel free to call it what you like. I will simply call it DISGUSTING."]
currently working on an illustration 'fake game' project, slowly chipping away at it I dont know anything about coding so all animations are with csp
THIS SOUNDS AMAZING
Remember Them mashup of the old and new versions from Epic The Musical. Right ear old, left ear new. I REALLY like how the beginning sounds when mashed together actually! 8D Also the echos of the other cyclops in the first one is missing in the second version.
ETHO COSPLAY REAL? After a few weeks of work I finally finished this thing and wore it to a con! This is the first cosplay i've ever put this much work into and i'm really proud of it :)
(if u saw me irl say hi!!)
“Nice to see that I have some supporters rooting for me.” It was definitely giving Rody more confidence that he could beat the hot-headed blonde.
sketch phase
spent more time on this than i should have…. also Mop is back! he’s been appearing as my sleep paralysis demon and won’t leave me until i draw him again
👀