the fact that welcome to the black parade was recorded in a haunted mansion called the paramour and they recorded it in the middle of the night in the ballroom and the bass player had to go live with a therapist and the lead singer would have night terrors of being strangled and the guitarist would see a woman in white walking the halls. who is doing it like my chemical romance. fucking no one

the fact that in a video shoot the singer broke his ankle and kept performing screaming in agony and the drummer caught on fire and kept playing anyway and sustained third degree burns that become gangrenous. who is doing it like my chemical romance. fucking no one

i feel like i should point out that not even my chemical romance is doing it like my chemical romance these days because those guys figured out they want to live

No one does it like MCR, which is good because no one should be doing that!

I have met polycules with weirder origin stories.

Callie asking “am I like mom?” And Jeff’s first reaction being like “yeah💕😊” without even considering she meant it as a bad thing. Saying it like the most preferred option that his kid comes out like Shauna. Starting it with saying Callie’s smart like her mom in a very dear old dumb dad way.

my mom got me this little thing and im obsessed with him.... little creature..

I have been thinking. about the creature

baby i’ve got half finished wips you couldn’t even imagine

What if Death Itself was Obsessed with You?

a HEE hee Olive Specterrrr....

This piece is inspired by a Discord talk with @tank-grunt , where we discussed if Olive's 1st death was intentional, but every single other one was an unfortunate accident, or done by Grim Itself as an act of Love for the Only Sim That Has Ever Caught His Eye. A horrible mistake that kept haunting her till her End.

Something something, what would you even do if an immortal entity, literally death itself, was obsessed/in love with you . SHE MAKES ME SICCKKKKKK THE ENTIRE SPECTER FAMILY MAKES ME SICK .

rb this and tell me what ur accent is. this has no purpose except the fact i just realized i could have like... mutuals with cockney accents or newfoundland accents or something and thats just wild

highlights of the responses:

“this would kill a medieval peasant” yeah and a halberd or the black plague would kill you too so stay humble

horror timeloop game where an entire group gets timelooped and have to work together to break out but realize in horror after a really good loop that one of them no longer remembers any of the progress made and now does the same thing every loop. they have to get out individually. they cant escape together. making progress means reducing the amount of people you have with you

^_^

i'm genuinely having so much fun writing a jock protagonist. can't believe i never tried this before. all these years i've been limiting myself needlessly

i've created an extremely elaborate magic system based on linear algebra and not once does the narrator ever explain how it works. he doesn't know. he doesn't care. that's nerd shit. he is going on a lad's night out and if you try to tell him anything about equations he'll put his fingers in his ears and go "lalalala"

i feel it's important to add that my other protagonist is an academic and does know how the magic system works, but he doesn't get a POV chapter until halfway through the story. which means that over the course of 40,000 words we gradually build up a solid working idea of this world and its laws, as understood by Jock Protagonist - and then it switches to Nerd Protagonist, who's like, "just so we're clear, he was wrong about basically all of that."

This is genius

Man: What’s a matter girl, you had a little bit too much corn?

Pig: *very long disgruntled groan which rises in pitch*

Man: Is that a yeah?

Pig: *shorter groan*

Man: Okay.  Here I come, I gotta get the intoxicated pig… Look at this pig…

Pig: *quiet snort*

Man: Hey!

Pig: *snort*

Man: Are you messed up, girl?  

Pig: *short snort*

Man: Never seen a damn pig… Look at that, that one here’s fine, that one there is fine, this one here is turned belly up 

Pig: *snort snort snort snort*

Man: Hey you

Pig: *snort*

Man: Whoa!  Whoa!  Shit!  [Unintelligible] HOWH!  Come here girl! 

Pig: *grunt grunt grunt*

Man: Holy hell, fuck…I didn’t mean to do that

“Whoa! Woah! Shit The Bed Almighty!” Is my new favorite expletive

and if anyone’s wondering, the man (from Cecilia, Kentucky, USA) had emptied a broken deer feeder full of accidentally fermented corn into a field where no animals were supposed to be. the pigs broke out of their pen, got into the corn, and the one you see here seriously overindulged

they observed her overnight and got Animal Control to do a check-up on her. she’s fine

so yes, you you can enjoy the video without worrying about Drunk Pig

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So glad to hear she’s just drunk off her… whatever you call a pig ass. Haunches?

I think it's cute how so many art movements are simply called "new art" to differentiate "not like the old stuff". Contemporary dance. New wave fashion. Pop (literally popular) music. Art Nouveau. Modernism. Postmodernism. Even terms starting with neo- (neo-classicism, neo-expressionism) all are just saying NEW ART. And yet all of these things are now distinctive styles of the past. It's kind of beautiful how humanity never stops outgrowing itself. Art is a state of matter that refuses to sit still, old as soon as it is new, original upon its thousandth performance, new forever so long as there is someone who has not yet seen it, and old the second the artist picks up their instrument again.

New new NEW art (14)(THIS ONE!).docx

a really little animated black cat with giant eyes and no other discernible features

do you get it or do you not know anything

more examples that people keep getting upset with me for not adding

That’s just how black cats be

For your consideration, my kittycat

Yeah, they just Look Like That 🥰

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