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Apocalypse! In America
Hello, crab fans. Wow, you have been having a busy time! On July 29, also known as Crabs Day, you took to TumblrMart to give the gift of crabs to your pals. And boy, did we notice—not just all the great crab memes and trending posts on the day but also the burst in sales which made up a substantial financial boost to the running costs at Tumblr. And it truly took our breath away.
We got so excited we went back to the drawing board and designed some crab checkmarks, which we teased by dressing your regular checkmarks up as crabs on the day. On August 1, we launched a regular little crab checkmark and a rainbow crab checkmark for gifting and treating yourselves.
Here are some stats from Crabs Day:
You gifted 8k crabs that day. That’s an almost 20k% increase in crab sales.
We saw a more than 7k% increase in total Tumblrmart sales.
All this money goes straight back into running costs—such as a month’s worth of power costs for Tumblr application servers. That’s all you! You’re doing that! You’re keeping Tumblr around with your generosity toward your friends. Crabs be thanking ye ❤
LITERALLY IVE BEEN OBSESSED W THIS MOVIE FOR LIKE TWO YEARS IM SO SAD. how to force a hyperfixation tutorial ??? it was my only personality trait, besides my freckles.
art coming soon. maybe. who knos. I kinda randomly stop hyperfixating on zd, all my followers r allowed to throw tomatoes at me
Feeling Blue / Train Incoming
Her silky black hair spills down around her shoulders;
She might have to get rid of it –
She told me she cried.
When she said that, all I could think about
was how I wished I could have held her while she did.
And, of course
how I would miss her beautiful black curls.
It’s like that scene from Gerwig’s Little Women –
Amy says to Jo when she cuts her hair off:
“Jo, how could you, your one beauty!”
Except it wouldn’t exactly be her choice.
I am not supposed to want to hold her.
She and I do not share the same affections,
but my heart just won’t take the hint.
I am a girl kisser, she is not. But I can tell
by the ineffable, incessant, perpetual beating
pounding, shaking, rumbling of my heart
by the groaning in my bones,
the jealousy in my belly,
and the dread up in my head
that the train is incoming.
Metal screaming against metal,
black smoke signaling in the sky,
roaring engine belching hellfire:
this train in incoming
and it cannot be stopped.
haneneneis ggonna be the bane of my existence cause why are they doomed and each new chapter they get even MORE doomed
This story does have some of the “wake up, you’re in a dream” type plot, but it isn’t directed at the reader. Just wanted to give a warning because I know how damaging it can be.
“Beware the Ides,” someone whispered. James snapped his head around, but in the bustling market, he couldn’t locate who.
That was the seventh one today.
He cursed, and then hurried for his flat, letting the door bang open against the wall.
He locked it behind him, leaning against the door to catch his breath.
It didn’t mean anything. Just scared people who were more willing to fret about an upcoming day then actually take responsibilities for their problems.
That was all.
Somehow, James didn’t quite believe it.
From just outside his apartment door, someone viciously whispered “Beware the ides.”
When he opened it, the empty hallway stared back at him, as if mocking him.
He closed the door, and locked it.
“Hey, James,” Dahlia said, soothing a piece of his hair back. His respirator clicked in response. She swallowed.
“Your parents were supposed to be here but they—well. They couldn’t.”
His heart monitor beeped.
James whirled, but he couldn’t find the voice. Dahlia, it sounded like Dahlia, but she was dead. Years ago, in an accident.
A chair clattered over against his knees.
Dahlia felt a sob rising in her chest, and tamped it down.
“Celia wants to go to college,” she murmured, as if soothing a fussing child. “The doctors say they don’t think you’ll wake up.”
“Beware the ides,” the voice whispered, and this time, James screamed.
“Who are you?”
His flat didn’t answer him. His voice echoed off the walls.
Dahlia sucked in a breath, chest tight.
“They don’t have the money for you and Celia,” she explained. A nurse clattered by with a cart. “They didn’t want to choose, but Celia. They can still talk to her. But even after all these years, when they talk to you, you can’t respond.”
James grabbed a kitchen knife. The handle was cool to his palm, and it almost slipped with how much he shook. Something rustled in his apartment, and he bolted, slamming out his door and into the hall.
A doctor came in, and she motioned for him to continue. He nodded once, solemnly, and began to disconnect the machines.
She kissed his sleeping forehead once.
“I love you.”
A stranger slammed into him so hard, he almost didn’t feel the knife slide between his ribs.
“Beware the ides,” they hissed in his ear, and then they were gone, leaving him to slide gasping to the floor.
The heart monitor beeped one final time.
And flatlined.
Beware the ides.
the cocaine is not good for you
i hope every discord server i'm in knows that they will set themselves up for doom if they add a channel for loveposting