i just think it's important to understand that love is not the antithesis of horror in fact it's often the catalyst
Wait, what?! What happened? Does anyone have any info??
tldr: the Internet Archive/WayBack Machine is super important in term of archived content, billions of stuff are on there, and with the current event happening in the world like stated above,without this tool, it will be hard to properly document what took place. It will be easy for certain people to rewrite history. Dont let them.
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On twitter,tumblr,facebook,heck,anywhere you want,this needs to be talked about !
THis was a request!! will edit when find the name of person who requested lol. this has been near done for a long while but its finally done <3
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The adventure is over, but sometimes its hard to adjust to regular life after a tragic tale.
Good thing Jornir is there to comfort him.
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It had taken a while to readjust to life outside of the cold arctic of Drakkar.
The abundance of food and warmth had been the first thing they had to get used to once again, the group had gotten so used to huddling with one another, holding tightly to their small group as they struggled against the cold. The first night on the ship they all laid beside one another, curling in tight as theyu always had.
The second night Skrimm had grouped off with Daisy and Barnabos. The third, only Taishen remained in the original room, the cold quiet lull of the ship trying to sing him to sleep with no success. He found the empty bed around him to be almost terrifying, the cold creeping into his bones once again as he looked at the empty hull around him.
By day four, he had gotten little sleep thus far, his mind racing each time he attempted to sleep through the long nights on the sea. The morning of day five he drank down black tea like it was his life line, giving short smiles to all the fellow crewmates that greated him in kind, passing by him as he cleaned the room he had been staying in.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64724890
✧ They talk about the person in past tense… then correct themselves. Then stop talking entirely.
✧ They touch things that belonged to the person like they’re fragile, sacred, about to disappear.
✧ They hoard the last voicemail, last message, last anything. Play it. Don’t play it. Just knowing it exists hurts enough.
✧ They leave something untouched, an empty seat, a half-packed bag, a coffee order that isn’t theirs.
✧ They get irrationally angry when someone else seems to be “moving on.” As if forgetting is betrayal.
✧ They don’t let themselves cry all at once. It comes in pieces. Like they’re afraid too much grief will drown them.
✧ They over-apologize. For being quiet. For being distant. For not being okay.
✧ They become hyper-aware of time, dates, anniversaries, time zones, the exact moment everything ended.
✧ They get superstitious. Ritualistic. As if doing things "right" might reverse something.
✧ They smile when they talk about the person. But it’s brittle. And it never quite touches their eyes.
Reblog and put in the tags how you would die if your URL predicted your death
honestly, you might be on to something
plus I can talk about what I'm reading in front of my mother
once we stopped using the words lemon and lime to indicate how sexually explicit a fanwork is, that’s when we as a society started to collapse
- 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 "𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁", 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻
So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.
AI art bros are big mad about it.
Made this in 30 minutes while playing dnd.