and we drown

anonymous asked:

I know we are drowning in unknown unknowns at the moment but I sense a lot of astroturfing going on...right while everyone is mad at Sony too

Now that I’m a bit calmer, I think that’s what’s happening, too. There was just too much confidence in blatantly unsupported claims today.

anonymous asked:

Hi tray Can you write a poem about two people who love each other but they just arent right for each other and they end up hurt

“We could have drowned in each other like the ocean but instead we broke each other apart and left ourselves gasping for air just trying to kiss the other one good night and I keep telling myself that even if you love someone it hurts more to stay than it does to walk away.”

parislove2121  asked:

I'm so happy to find another person that love and respect Amy as much as I do. I wish more people wouldn't hate on Amy. #protectamyplier

I agree!! she’s so sweet and awesome and perfect, I honestly couldn’t believe that anyone could hate her. hopefully, if we keep spreading positivity, we can drown out the haters, and Amy can get the love and respect she deserves!

Okay but surrealism aside all of these Southern Gothic posts are literally how the South is and I’m cackling. 

We’ve got creepy ass 24/7 diners that say open but you can’t find the staff for half an hour. 

There’s a haunted house and a murder/ghost story in every town. 

There’s always a fishing hole no one goes to because of a tragedy living in the waters. 

The woods are dark and hunting season is the only time you enter them. So many ghost stories. Haunted everything. 

The mountains are alive with the sound of screaming. 

Devil’s tramping grounds, hollers, woods, stones, you name it, we got it. 

The old people may be racist and bigoted, but they have skin-crawling tales of caution and they’re all true. 

Everyone knows someone who’s drowned. 

We’ve all got a weird cousin who left the family and never came back. No one knows the circumstances of their disappearance but they were always an “odd duck.” 

Community is a foreign concept to many until autumn. People come in droves from the mountain valleys and hollers bearing crafts and baked goods for sale. Apple butter can be smelled from half a mile away and the sound of fiddles fill the air. You will not see these people again until next autumn. 

There are cemeteries everywhere, but the ones unloved are left for a reason. 

Do not step on the graves, but behind them. If you step on them, apologize to avoid haunting. 

Old oak trees = do not fuck with the tree. 

100% Facts, I’m not even joking. 

a week's glance into the yoi fandom
  • Sunday: 3:00am EST marks the halfway point in the wait!!!! also a rush of fic updates before it gets jossed to hell on wednesday
  • Monday: NEW EPISODE OF THE DUB!!!! SCREAMING BECAUSE NOW THE GAY IS IN ENGLISH
  • Tuesday: gentle sobbing, excitedly telling everyone tomorrow is wednesday, crying over preview pics, last minute fic updates
  • Wednesday: PURE MAYHEM. TOP TRENDING TAG ON TUMBLR. YOU'D HAVE TO BE LIVING UNDER A ROCK TO MISS IT.
  • Thursday: all the new faN CONTENT IS OUT AND WE ARE NOW DROWNING IN NEW FICS, ART, AND EDITS
  • Friday: this week's emo fan theories emerge. the LIT blogs have picked apart the entire episode, and turns out it's gayer than we originally thought.
  • Saturday: probably the most chill day of the week. perpetual crying has mainly ceased, chill CAH games happening. more soft headcanons and fluffy art.
They say lovers are made from missed courses around the moon, debris from falling light every time doubt has a window. I wake up to feel okay in these words we lay upon longer than the backseat of our emotions. it’s raining in my mind too, and I used to think we could fold these hands into a sin bruises could become, but all we do is talk without saying a word. we leave before our lips can taste the air fighting for your palms. we call this trying, these knuckles hardened from placing words inside a heart that only sees a fuel as a means to rot. we’re drowning in feelings we woke with time we aren’t willing to spend. we’re drowning in existing as one, but having separate hands for talking to the voices under our tongue. we’re drowning in words that hold more meaning in silence. I tried to wash the blue out of my sadness, to warm the abandonment out of the sky. I gave you the ocean and got nothing but salt in my wounds. I gave you the sun and lost sight of myself. I gave you warmth and you used my smile to cut out the parts you loved least. This love is a controlled demolition, and our breaths are running out of tests. I used to count the days since we’ve last talked, in a way I still do… but I no longer do it because I miss you, I do it because it’s therapeutic. I’ve been alive this long without you…? I guess you weren’t that important. It’s a funny thing… ya know? Love it compels us to feel, love it makes us wrong… love… we want to do right. That’s the thing, isn’t it? We’ve been dancing like this for too long. I used to love you to every star an astronomer has named, I used to love you enough, I know I did. I think we fell off somewhere. some letters start with I love you, some letters end with I hate you. some nights start with a sigh and some nights end with crying. some mornings I still smell your coffee, some mornings end when a memory of you has successfully altered my day. some lovers take a month to get over, some lovers take a few lifetimes to forget. you used to be my favorite sunrise, I’d wake up early just to see your face. you used to be my favorite sunset, I’d stay up long enough to catch you slipping away. you used to be my late night conversations, I’d kiss you goodnight. you used to be my starlit moon, I think in a way you still are. when I think about it, all of it… I’m glad that we fell into love. I am. When I think about it, I’m glad that we hurt each other. When I think about it, I’m glad that we happened. Why? Because if we didn’t meet, if we didn’t love, if we didn’t break– we would’ve hurt someone else anyway. It had to be us. It was always going to be us. So I’m happy about it. Even if we’re no longer together, you still linger on my skin and chiseled into my spine.

Even if we’re no longer a thing, our love–
it’ll meet my future lovers with a smile
and I owe you my whole life for that.

Through the good and bad–
I’ll remember the good. All of it.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
7

“Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn’t God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty ran free? Okay. Fine. Forget the one offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay. Fine. Let’s skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we’ve all been drowning in because of him? And I’m not just talking about Jesus. I’m talking about all organized religion. Exclusive groups created to manage control. A dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope. His followers, nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their dopamine of ignorance. Addicts. Afraid to believe the truth. That there’s no order. There’s no power. That all religions are just metastasizing mind worms, meant to divide us so it’s easier to rule us by the charlatans that wanna run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly-written sci-fi franchise. If I don’t listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship’s some key to happiness. That’s just how he owns you. Even I’m not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He’s not a good enough scapegoat for me.”

about me - 3/? male characters: Elliot Alderson (Mr Robot)

minor pet peeve: seeing extremely popular fics continuously show up on fic rec lists

Dear diary,

It has been 15 days since the I Love You trailer aired and we have not had a content free day since. We are drowning. It appears none of us will be able to rest until the end of January. 

Merry Christmas 

||January BPC: Just One More Page|| 30. Stunning. I’m a sucker for beautiful covers.

Take my hand into the deepest waters and I’d tell you the same thing, we’ll never drown. Walking straight into an erupting volcano and I’ll tell you the same thing, we’ll never die. Some words pollute our minds, some words haunt us forever, but some words are necessary. I won’t tell you the same three words that many have died for. I’ll tell you the same thing I’ve been telling my depression. I won’t be drowned by you. I won’t die because of you. I’ll use these hands and build my own dreams and I’ll be damned if you tear them down. Take my hand into the sea, take my hand into the fire– you belong to me.
—  A poem in hand
Omikron (Part 59)

The entire video is of Matt laying on the ground as black goo begins to leak from his eyes and mouth. Pat can be seen in the background, wearing a paper mask of David Cage and slowly climbing a stairway to where a noose hangs. The noose turns into a snake and the snake falls onto Woolie who simply stares up at the sky. More snakes begin to wrap around him, eventually he’s covered in the snakes as we see him drown.

We cut to Pat, still wearing the Cage mask as he starts to choke Matt who continues to spew forth black goo from his mouth. An audible mesh can be heard as this goes on. If you record the audio, play it backwars and speed it up x10 you can hear a distorted voice say “you could have stopped this. At any time you could have ended this.”

Woolie can be seen carving words into a wall. All they say are “The platform doesn’t work. Push the button. Reset the game. The platform doesn’t work. Push the button. Reset the game.” it continues on like this for several rooms, becoming more and more mangled before eventually we see Woolie laying on the ground, the stone he used to carve the words is soaked in blood and his eyes have been gouged out, assumedly by the very stone.

Eventually we see pat try to pull the cage mask off his face ecept it won’t come off. His tongue lashes out furiously at air that he seems unable to take in. Matt begins to thrash as spasm as now the goo starts to erupt from his chest. It splatters against the wall as we see Pat fall to the ground gasping one last breath before turning his face over and inhaling the goop that has filled the room entirely.

We slowly pan away and fade to black… we then cut to footage of Omikron as we hear a melancholic voice say “okay we fixed the bug… we are now… 85% of the way through…”

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“Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn’t God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty ran free? Okay. Fine. Forget the one offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay. Fine. Let’s skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we’ve all been drowning in because of him? And I’m not just talking about Jesus. I’m talking about all organized religion. Exclusive groups created to manage control. A dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope. His followers, nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their dopamine of ignorance. Addicts. Afraid to believe the truth. That there’s no order. There’s no power. That all religions are just metastasizing mind worms, meant to divide us so it’s easier to rule us by the charlatans that wanna run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly-written sci-fi franchise. If I don’t listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship’s some key to happiness. That’s just how he owns you. Even I’m not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He’s not a good enough scapegoat for me.“

—- Elliot speech on Adderall

PERSONALLY I think if the FR staff had stuck to their guns about the cycling holiday stuff during NotN it might not be as big a deal as it’s becoming? Because on the one hand, yeah, we’re all fucking drowning in worthless year 2 bears, but on the other, after the first few rough years, the bears WOULD have been drowned out by the addition of every year succeeding.

And that might still be the case, it’s looking to get closer to that point, but we still have a few more rough years of content building before we get to that point. Eventually, the odds should balance out the bears, and eventually, the bears should become more difficult to maintain as they become a much smaller percentage of the prize pool. 

In the meantime tho, I kind of like it. This situation has not stopped being hilarious to me since we voted the bears in, it’s FANTASTIC, look at this goddamn trainwreck. We voted bears in as a joke (Because it was a joke), Staff made good on that joke, the drama was good and salty, and then, staff made good on the cycling, which just happened to coincide with the bears

So here we all are, we older players, drowning in bears, screaming - and how many newbies, how many players from 2015 and beyond understand this incandescent communal rage? Almost none of them, probably, because they weren’t there! They didn’t see its beginnings, they only know its ends, and fuck it, they don’t have the bears yet!

It’s funny! It’s so fucking funny! It’s a whole domino chain of bad jokes and backfired community outreach that’s resulted in THIS

THE ANNUAL BEARPOCALYPSE

I HAVEN’T STOPPED LAUGHING SINCE 2014 I accept these bears with open arms because we did this to ourselves and I’m more than happy to pay the price on it.

In old-timey Europe, enemas became less about going on psychedelic anus trips and more about literally blowing smoke up your ass. We know we just used the word “literally” there, but we’re afraid you still think we’re kidding. Have this picture for daring to doubt us.

The anal trumpeter in the illustration is actually using his mouth to blow tobacco smoke up the poor bastard’s ass as a form of popular 18th century cure. Back then, tobacco in all of its forms was used to treat basically anything from colic to vomit, hernia, rheumatic pains, and an excess of dignity.

Even crazier, the entire practice of blowing smoke into someone’s rectum comes from Native Americans, who used this method to resuscitate drowning victims (we wish we could go back and talk to the first guy who suggested this, because we have many questions for him). American settlers then borrowed this technique for bringing people back from the dead (sans their anal virginity) and with time started promoting it as the new cure-all throughout the New and Old worlds.

7 Real (And Totally Insane) Medical Practices From History