Texts From Last Night - Tumblr Posts

(901): All the doctor said was why

(248): Pretty sure that I just proved those labels that say "non-flammable" wrong. totally unrelated, We just made your futon fly with a shitload of fireworks

(773): Not sure who they are or where we’re going but they just bought me 3 tacos so I’m staying.

(352): you are singlehandedly the most cursed object the universe ever conceived

(804): My bed smells like the plague

(212): you should probably call the Bronx Zoo in the morning to formally apologize (212): its the right thing to do

(563): how soon in a friendship can you start calling them a motherfucker

(303): Sorry again for almost setting you on fire.

(617): Dont worry, the Canadians are more afraid of you then you are of them.

(925): I don't know how much expertise I could offer. My best advice is, "don't drown, for god's sake don't drown"

These are the morning-after texts from a time-displaced super soldier, a mild-mannered scientist with a green rage monster temper, a pair of deadly assassins, a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his trusty CEO, plus two pseudo-incestuous Asgardian gods. Also cameo appearances by a certain eye-patch wearing leader of a shadow organization and his right-hand woman, as well as an Academy Award-winning actress known for her ageless appearance, androgyny, and quirky performance art shenanigans (if you squint closer and read between the lines).

Mostly Thorki and Stony, and everything else in between.

This is just crack. Pure crack.

You have all been warned.

Mad Max: Fury Road + Texts From Last Night [#001]

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Resûlullâh ﷺ buyuruyor ki:

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "(Ey İnsanlar!) Allah'tan korkun, beş vakit namazınızı edâ edin, Ramazân orucunuzu tutun, mallarınızın zekâtını verin ve idarecilerinize itâat edin ki, Rabb'inizin cennetine giresiniz."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Hadis-i Şerif (Tirmizî, Salât, 434)

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People love to pretend Ai is a neutral ground when it comes to art. "Ewwww! Artists cost money! We don't have the ability to pay them, so we'll just generate it!" I'm not afraid of saying any human art is better than any ai generated image because it has soul! Had this exchange blurred his name because even if he was a dick and kept calling me kiddo (reddit behavior) I am not after his head.

He wants to white knight for ai so whatever at the end of the day. He's just a fool who doesn't know what it means to be an artist, but this entire kicking up of sand got the creator to make a pinned comment here:

Seriously, I know art isn't easy, but giving up and just generating it is quitting. The towel is thrown in before the game starts.

An artist friend told me that in order to get better, you have to try. Pick up a pencil, a stylist, anything! You can do it if you put your mind to it, and while I'm still not where I wanna be, I encourage everyone to try.

I've never wanted to draw out of pettiness before, but I'm not going to draw it because artists aren't free, and they shouldn't need to be for people to consider commissioning them

So, this is a new shorter fanfic and I'm a bit nervous. I haven't written in a while, so my motivation is low, very low, and I apologise for that.

That fic based the Attack on Titan final season :)

To: @pterosauridae

I just see your smile.

"Why couldn't I protect you!"

Psi was very slow to wake up. Lying on her back in all her pain, she felt the weight of overwork, exhaustion and stress. Her body felt heavy and she had no energy to move, so her eyes focused on Pierre, who was desperately trying to help. Tears were streaming down her face for some reason.

But the weight on her lungs was becoming harder to ignore, the more she moved the more she struggled to breathe. Finally, with each breath, she mustered the strength to keep her eyes open, but to no avail, she closed them more and more slowly. Lying there panting, she remembered in a stupidly delayed way what the hell had befallen her in the last second.

On the planet Omega, a conquering team had entered space police territory in order to kill Pierre. However, when their leader, Gabe, prepared to pull the trigger, the bullet hit Psi instead of Pierre. She only felt something hard hit the back of her chest and lost her balance. She is now lying in her own blood.

Just as Gabe was about to fire another round at Pierre, the boy deflected it with his laser gun. The crew and management turned towards the enemy and began to beat him to a pulp with insulting words. Pierre took no part in this and instead ran towards Psi.

- Psi! Hey, speak up! Hey!" shouted Pierre, trying to stop the bleeding.

She swallowed uncomfortably, worried that she was trying harder than anything to get a single word out.

- Pi..pierre... Why are you so loud....? I'd like... A...Little...Silence...

Pierre, terrified, felt the blood drain out of her back and onto the floor

Maestro ran to them and knelt before the dying girl. Metro is

was beside the old man.

- Metro what are you standing there? Tell the med team to get a stretcher and a tourniquet. We need to stop the bleeding, Maestro said urgently. "Now!"

- Yes, sir.

Pierre tried to communicate, though in his gut he knew it was no good. There was a long moment of silence on the line, and Psi was still crouched on the floor, whispering something. Her surroundings had turned black.

Pierre hugged her shot body to him, resting it on his crossed legs. She was limp against him, her body stained with blood. Meanwhile, she continued to choke, gasping desperately for oxygen.

- Ohh, my dear angel," Pierre said in a hoarse voice. Her head fell on his shoulder and tears streamed down his cheeks.

He hoped his beloved would not bleed to death before his eyes.

Text: Pull the panties down and bend over

Me: trips over myself getting somewhere private to obey 🫠

I wish you were here to fuck all these terrifying thoughts right out of my pretty little head 🎀

Let’s make our own porn gifs and send them to each other, k?