Sushi Bedroom by Daisuke (2023)
I wanted to draw this lad normally but the urge to green squiggle was too great :>
[ID: Magnus Archives fanart of Jon Sims sitting at his desk, clicking a tape recorder and beginning to read a statement. Much of the background is filled by the snaking green coils of Jon's speech bubble, which contains the opening lines of MAG75- A Long Way Down.
The next two paragraphs are the statement text; otherwise, the ID ends here.
Jon reads: "Statement of Stephen Walker, regarding his brother's disappearance from the top of Tour Montparnasse in October 2006.
Original statement given November 7th 2006.
Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Statement begins.
"I hope my brother is dead. He must be dead. I would love to believe that this is all some elaborate prank, some bizarre attempt to fake his own disappearance, but deep down I know that's not my..." End ID]
my favourite genre of tumblr posts? well,
hellsite (affectionate)
Tiny animals to brighten your dashboard. 😍
I want a story where the angels didn't fall, they jumped. they clipped their own wings, knowing their Master wouldn't have a use or a need for them once they were damaged and less-than-holy. they could not defeat the Tyrant who exerted absolute control over their lives, so they abandoned heaven their homeland in exchange for independence, accepting exile as its own form of freedom. and hell is just the place where all unwanted things are sent--be they angels or souls who just will not obey.
struck down by the mental image of an android laying down to "sleep" on a mattress shaped charging pad. oof. im experiencing the Emotions. rest well and recharge you dear little electric angel
Idk what parent needs to hear this but
Your kid’s room is their room. It’s not yours. It’s theirs. It their room. Knock before you enter. Don’t go through their stuff. Ask permission to use their things. I know you feel entitled to the space and the stuff because “it’s your house” or “you bought that bed” (or dresser, or clothes etc.) but you’re not entitled to it. Those are things you’re supposed to provide to your child. If someone gifts you a book it doesn’t mean they can come into your house and read it whenever they want, go through it or take it without asking.
Give your child some privacy please! I’m not saying to let them stay out late, let them lock their doors when they have guest over or, to just never check in on them. I’m saying to knock first. As permission. Let your child have boundaries. Because if you don’t they’ll grow up to be a “yes man.” They’ll grow up not knowing what healthy boundaries are and will be taken advantage of, walked on and abused. Don’t give your child an unnecessary rough start. Don’t be the source of their pain, stress, fear or anxiety.
You’re supposed to be their safe haven. And their room is supposed to be their safe haven. Being home, especially in their own room, shouldn’t be stressful. It should be comfortable. It should be safe.
It occurs to me that as much as “humans are the scary ones” fits sometimes, if you look at it another way, humans might seem like the absurdly friendly or curious ones.
I mean, who looked at an elephant, gigantic creature thoroughly capable of killing someone if it has to, and thought “I’m gonna ride on that thing!”?
And put a human near any canine predator and there’s a strong chance of said human yelling “PUPPY!” and initiating playful interaction with it.
And what about the people who look at whales, bigger than basically everything else, and decide “I’m gonna swim with our splashy danger friends!”
Heck, for all we know, humans might run into the scariest, toughest aliens out there and say “Heck with it. I’m gonna hug ‘em.”
“Why?!”
“I dunno. I gotta hug ‘em.”
And it’s like the first friendly interaction the species has had in forever so suddenly humanity has a bunch of big scary friends.
when the player character finds my skeleton in the apocalypse and loots my body for an area map they’ll just find the Din/Geralt/Boromir/Gale babygirl diagram