I Could Get The Clink For Life, Or The Electric Chair. But I Don’t Want To Die A Virgin.

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:

Looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll:

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll:

Looks like could kill you and could actually kill you:

Could die from eating too many cinnamon rolls:

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Jonmartin Week 2025 Prompt Submissions

Hello and welcome once again to Prompt Submissions for Jonmartin Week! If you'd like to see a prompt used for the event, this is the place

Hello all! Our new mod team welcomes you once again to Jonmartin Week Prompt Submissions, this time for 2025! If you have a prompt you'd like to see as a part of this upcoming year's event, please submit it to the form.

Reminders & Rules:

>No prompt repeats from this past year event (2024) will be accepted.  For reference, the 2024 prompt list can be found here: https://jonmartinweek.tumblr.com/post/738881725683384320/jonmartin-week-2024-prompts-announcement.  Again these prompts will NOT be accepted.

>There will be a dedicated Ace Day and a Free/AU Day. >As AUs are accepted anytime during the event and with the AU Day happening at the end of the week, no specific au prompts will be accepted.

>Following the submission period, prompts will be voted on. The 14 with the most votes will become the official prompts for 2025.

The Submission Period will be open November 14th-December 6th

@lisafrankenstan ^ go check out their blog if u like this movie fr

God, I'll never get over this. He heard her coming, axe in hand, and didn't turn around. He had no intention of defending himself. He was going to let her take his life if she felt she needed to. He didn't even turn around until he heard the axe hit the ground.

Just. The way he looks at her when he realizes she's not going to hurt him. He's so devoted to her, so in love.

Something about FNAF that we don't talk about enough:

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still, and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting old friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should have known you wouldn't be contempt to just disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It's time to rest. For you, and those you have carried in your arms. This ends, for all of us. End communication.

ELIAS BOUCHARD IS A BASTARD. But, I love him ;;

couldn't get this out of my head, so here's a GIF set :')

Shoutout to that era in the 90s when Dionysus temporality possessed home renovators and grape themed kitchens were a thing.

My future kitchen tbh I had one like this as a kid living on a vineyard.

Deer season is upon us.

1.) Wear your seatbelt.

2.) If your choice is swerve at high speed or hit the deer you plow Bambis mom like you’re an IT specialist with a secret Twitter account and it’s anthrocon weekend.

Deer are softer than trees. Deer are softer than rolling your car 8 times.

I thought about both. Slay.

*fictional male character who’s old and shitty and emotionally constipated and has a dedicated fanbase of people that lust after him*

you know I just don’t see the appeal, personally. not my thing I guess but I’m glad y’all are having fun

*the exact same character but as a butch lesbian*

oh.

while we’re all on the subject of songs, here’s an album cover concept i did for one of my classes! i imagine this hypothetical third life album would have kind of a folk punk vibe. alas, if only i knew how to write music 😔

(ID: the front and back cover of an album. both sides have a muted yellow-brown background with a grainy texture. on the front cover is a drawing of the head of a dog with a red crown floating above its head. its mouth is open, and there is blood running down its face over its eye. the image has a slight glitch effect. the title of the album is “bloody noses, cracked crowns” and is at the top of the cover. at the bottom are the words, “the spectators”.

the back cover has both the title and the artist at the top. there’s a numbered list of the tracks in the center. the tracks are:

romans and countrymen

debt

poppy fields

the tower

red winter

brothers in arms

no lone wolves

the siege

canary cry

the hand of the king

and the winner is

there’s a false record label in the bottom left corner, and a barcode in the bottom right. end ID.)