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staff You are recommending that I follow a nazi blog I blocked last night. Your site promotes anti-semitism to Jews. Your site shoves Nazi Swastikas in the faces of Jews. It’s bad enough that the Nazi blogs seem to be sprouting up like weeds on a site that claims to have an anti-hate policy, but to actively promote them to people who have taken the steps of blocking these blogs is beyond the pale. Clean this place up. It’s turning into Stormfront.

I encourage everyone who sees this post, Jewish or otherwise, to reblog it. Tumblr has been ignoring the growth of Nazism on this site for too long. It needs to end.

For his latest series, French photographer and digital artist Cal Redback has created slightly unsettling portraits of people fused with nature. Many of his subjects are inspired by those of fantasy and horror, as in his version of “Treebeard” of The Lord of the Rings or “Hellraiser”. Redback adds a plant-like appearance to his own characters by photographing them and then digitally manipulating the image in Photoshop. Botanicals sprout from their cheeks and eye sockets in beautiful and sometimes painful looking displays, even more alarming by their casual demeanor.

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A little ficlet

This goes against some of the things you set up in the AU, but it was inspired by it. I hope you enjoy the story.

FIRST MEETINGS

Two tiny human babies slept in their bassinets, already showing signs of who they were going to be. The girl, on the right side of her parents’ bed, lay sprawled, her mouth wide open and drooling, a little smile quirking at her lips as she dreamed. The boy’s bassinet was on the left, and he slept with his legs curled, an arm behind his head as if to defend his vulnerable soft spot, and his expression was remarkably serious for a face so small and soft. Still, they had the same plump rosy cheeks, the same soft sprouting of brown hair, and their heads turned to face their parents, and thus, to face each other as well. Different, but connected.

“They’re so UGLY,” the demon muttered to himself.

He hung in the air above them, near the ceiling, casting the softest golden glow from his form. In the demon world, he could be anything, he could shift through countless possibilities in the time it took to think…but here, he was limited. A simple shape was all he could take…not even just simple, but GEOMETRIC. Ugh. On the bright side, the pyramids were rather striking, so as far as forms went, he didn’t think a yellow triangle was the worst he could have gotten. And his eye was large and dark and handsome, and he even had arms and legs! Some demons couldn’t even manage that much, so he was a bit proud of his stick-like appendages, all things considered.

Of course, he was still planning to get himself a better form as soon as possible…and with these children, it was very possible.

He hummed absently to himself and circled over the children, ignoring the parents in between them. The babies were oblivious to him, the stupid things, happily sleeping and digesting and breathing and drooling and all those other things humans did that made him squeamish. Still, he could sense their potential…these children were rather exceptional as far as their kind went. He needed that potential.

They were both going to do well for themselves, but he needed to get the best result, and that meant the maximum energy. He lowered closer to the girl to get a closer look. “Alright, kiddo, let’s see what you’ve got-”

And a skinny black arm not unlike his own popped out in front of him, blocking him from getting any nearer to the infant. “Shhhh, she’s sleeping!”

The pyramid jerked back and stared at the one who had stopped him. It was one of his kind, and one of similar power judging by the similar form. He had arms and legs, he was a relatively decent size, he had a large eye in his center, and he glowed. But his glow was pale blue, as was his eye and his form, which was a simple block. How dull!

“Besides, she’s spoken for,” the block continued. “Shooting Star here is mine!” He sounded very proud of himself.

The pyramid sighed dramatically and rolled his one eye. “Are you kidding? Ugh, fine. The spare is just as good, probably.”

“He’s not a spare, he’s her twin,” the block informed him, sounding a little like he was scolding the other demon. “Sometimes humans manage to make two children at once. It’s special.”

“Humans aren’t special,” the pyramid replied coolly.

The block seemed slightly taken aback, but he spoke again soon enough. "Well, if you say so. I am called Dot Matrix on this plane. What’s your name?“

The pyramid considered not telling, but his pride wasn’t going to allow this inferior being come up with who knows how awful a name for him on his own. “Name’s Bill Cipher. What are you supposed to be, blockhead? A piece of the sidewalk?”

“I’m a floppy disk!” Dot replied happily, as though it was the most creative thing in the world. Bill was already getting sick of him, maybe he should go look for another potential partner…but he was here already, so it’d be a shame not to take a peek at least.

Bill went over to the boy and found, to his mild surprise, that they had managed to wake the spare up. He squinted at them with tired blue eyes, his mouth bunched up in a pout as he tried to make sense of the beings before him. It was hilarious how little fear the child showed to a creature that would happily tear his forming mind asunder, Bill thought. It didn’t exactly endear the child to him, but it gave as good a first impression as a baby could give.

Bill looked into those eyes carefully, into his soul. “Huh…a pine tree. I don’t think I’ve heard of that sigil before…must be rare.” He considered, scratching at where his chin would be if he’d actually had a face. The baby blinked, and rubbed his eyes with a whine. Even such a small invasion was discomforting.

“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?” Dot asked slowly. Bill rolled his eye again. Just great, this guy was the sentimental type who went and got attached to his humans. He’d probably cause a fuss if he thought his human’s brother was going to get hurt, if only for her sake.

“No, I’m not gonna hurt him. I’ll get more out of this if he lives a while, you know.” After all, Bill could get a decent profit from the boy’s soul now by just ripping it out while it was too weak to fight back, but if this Pine Tree proved to be fruitful, he would gain much more when it matured.

Dot said nothing more, and Bill decided that meant the “floppy disk” wouldn’t get in his way. He leaned over the baby’s bassinet and tipped his little black top hat. “Hey there, Pine Tree! Guess what? Today’s your lucky day! You get to have a demon, and not just any demon…you get ME! You’ll be thanking me when you’re older, trust me.”

The baby just stared at him. If Bill didn’t know how stupid human infants were, he’d think the child looked incredulous.

Bill held out his hand, which was shining now, alit with a heatless blue flame. He placed it within Pine Tree’s reach, and after staring in wide eyed amazement for a moment, the infant reached out his own pudgy fingers and grasped it. Bill gave it a firm shake, and the child did not pull away.

The deal was done. Bill had a human now.

future - a daisuga fic

It’s hot here and I thought about hot weather at night and how I get all introspective and thinking about the future when the stars are out and I’m sweating my LIFE AWAY UGH. But here you go! I hope you enjoy! 

future

confession series- #4

“Daichi?”

“Hmmm?”

The sound of cicadas chirping filled the pause between Suga’s words. It was a hot night, the window thrown open, the stars in view of the window. Daichi was spending the night again, laying on the floor with the light of his phone illuminating his face. Suga had just spent the past ten minutes watching him, the lines of his handsome face emphasized by the light. It was surprising how much he had grown in their years together: his soft face had hardened into something masculine and attractive while his body had not only grown vertically but muscles had sprouted where there had been nothing before. Suga was enamored and glad that the body and face matched his boyfriends personality.

“What are we going to do after high school?”

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Oh My Goddess!

I have so much to do in so little time.

I procrastinated my homework till the last minute. Now I have to finish my Anthro essay assignment, my anthro essay final exam, 3 geology quizzes and 6 geology labs all before Sunday….I hate myself. Unless we do stop sunday night in Indy and I can do more there….

I haven’t even finished packing! Ahhhhhh! I have too much to doooo. Jenn gets here tomorrow, and we leave Sunday morning!

I just wanna see all my sisters at fest already! I wanna go home!

pexegos worthy-of-armor hot-flanks mountainchickens pixie-sprout ….and so many more of you…I can not wait to see your faces!

Tetsumi Kudo, ‘Cultivation by Radioactivity in the Electronic Circuit’, 1970

‘A lemony swampland of lacquered acrylic mucus and spongy lime colored growth. Circuitry diagrams are visible beneath the effluent, from which sprout small straight transistors, cylinder—topped like cattails. Picturesque in a fashion, the landscape is punctuated with outcroppings-not of rock, but of fat, discolored, plaster noses, their nostrils dark caves of black bristly fur. A nappy toy mouse is stuck in the muck, and a penis crawls through it, slow as the plumpest slug.’