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gonna post my entire stickman reaction pic collection

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fuck you (runs your cast iron pan through a dishwasher cycle)
my seanoning
Just finished reading Tress of the Emerald Sea.
Excellent book. Wonderfully unhinged narrator. Cannot recommend enough.
Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.
A little necessary context. Brought to you by Trollmarket's grumpiest elder. ... 2/6 om/focuriousity25-blo ... like before, the artwork was done by @undeadchestnut. Once again, thank you so much!! :D

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rb to send them to the meat grinder
That's a pretty good analogy because the trolley's doors are open and the fascists can leave it at any time.
The queer people have not way ti remove themselves from the rails.
Prologue
βNO! Please, release me! I have done nothing wrong!β The angel pleaded, agony and desperation etched into her voice as her screams rang out, piercing the silent tranquility of the council auditorium. The hooded angels of the Holy Council surrounded the once esteemed angel. Fiery chains hung from the sky, restraining her thrashing figure as the Council prepared to deliver the offenderβs punishment.
βYou would do well not to struggle in the face of Godβs will, Azrael,β one counselor advised.
βIndeed, The Father has no use for heathens such as yourself,β another spat.
βAgreed.β
βHeretic.β
βBlasphemer.β
βHeathen.β
The Councilβs insults toward Azrael echoed and repeated throughout the chamber, cutting through her soul like a blade. Azraelβs faith in The Father had never once wavered in the thousands of years He ruled. With an undying devotion, she served Him and did anything he asked of her with an efficiency rivaled only by Gabriel. Reaping the souls of the Egyptianβs firstborns as Moses fought for the children of Israel was done without question. Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven, after all. Even when The Father disappeared and the Council had taken his place, she believed what they were doing had been right, carrying on Godβs will.
Β However, centuries passed after He disappeared. With no return in sight, the Council began to take advantage of their newfound power and influence, using βGodβs Willβ to justify any decisions they might make. As they grew more pompous and arrogant, Azrael began to question the Councilβs so-called βdivine guidanceβ, watching as their eyes became clouded with power. Even as the Earthβs machines began their expeditions into Hell, decimating everything in their paths, the Council turned a blind eye to the sinners that had been left behind. When they began to segregate the angels of Heaven itself, Azrael was unable to ignore the clear injustices occurring, and finally dared to bring her thoughts to the Council.Β
That had been her greatest mistake. Now, as she knelt on the marble floor of the auditorium, she knew exactly what the Council had become. The chains restraining her fists tightened as she struggled against them, sending an unimaginable fiery pain coursing through her limbs as her screams continued to ring out.
βTry as you may, your struggle shall never be heard,β the first Council member circled Azrael haughtily. βLest someone dare try to help a deviant like you.β
βSo youβre just going to have me executed in cold blood? After everything I have done for The Father, you are the ones who decide my fate? I have been nothing but loyal to Him and His will!β Azrael reasoned, anger seeping into her voice. The angel circling her hummed in amusement.
βYou forget yourself, Azrael. Your status stands below the Council, and we are the voice of the Father. We only want what is best for the people,β he replied.
Azraelβs hands clenched into fists of rage as he spoke in that disgusting, haughty, βholier-than-thouβ tone. These were no longer the Holy angels she rememberedβ Or were they ever truly holy in the first place? Had she been serving an unjust power that only claimed to know Godβs will ever since He disappeared? She truly didnβt know anymore. All she knew was that they had become far too comfortable in the place of Godβs empty throne.
βAnd what of the sinners? Do they not count as people? What of the ones in Limbo who now suffer an unimaginable fate despite the peaceful lives they led?β Azrael argued, gritting her teeth as her restraints continued to burn through the silver plating of her armor. Despite the heat, her holy armor remained unmarked, yet the pain still traveled through.
βThe creatures of Hell are inconsequential! The only ones that truly matter are those who reside in Heaven,β the Council member spat. βWhat matters now is maintaining the stability here. With these ideas you bring, you threaten the peace of the realm. You will be severed from the Holy Light and cast into Hell to die, along with your heretic ideologies. God forbid the other angels learn of them and begin to rebel,β he stepped forward and grabbed the chin of her helmet, βyou will die alone, hidden, in the deepest layers of Hell. Martyrdom is a luxury of which you are undeserving.β
Azrael didnβt even have a moment to process his wordsβ to lash out at him for using His name in vainβ before the chains pulled taut, and her arms were pulled away from her sides. She cried out as the pressure on her wrists tightened, sending another blaze of agony through her arms as she heard a choir of hymns begin.Β
As the light was purged from Azraelβs holy being, a searing pain struck her body, setting her nerves ablaze. She screamed once again through gritted teeth and clenched fists, determined to deny the Council the satisfaction of torturing her. Excruciating waves of pain surged through her, incinerating the light from the inside out, a searing hiss that would strike lessers blind. In this horrible, burning fire, one undying vengeance was forged. If the council would not listen to reason, then reason be damned. These false gods would fall, for Death is a blade that none shall escape. Thank you for reading! This is a prologue to my ULTRAKILL OC's story and I'm super proud of it and I'd love to hear your feedback if you have any. Thanks again <333
Prologue
βNO! Please, release me! I have done nothing wrong!β The angel pleaded, agony and desperation etched into her voice as her screams rang out, piercing the silent tranquility of the council auditorium. The hooded angels of the Holy Council surrounded the once esteemed angel. Fiery chains hung from the sky, restraining her thrashing figure as the Council prepared to deliver the offenderβs punishment.
βYou would do well not to struggle in the face of Godβs will, Azrael,β one counselor advised.
βIndeed, The Father has no use for heathens such as yourself,β another spat.
βAgreed.β
βHeretic.β
βBlasphemer.β
βHeathen.β
The Councilβs insults toward Azrael echoed and repeated throughout the chamber, cutting through her soul like a blade. Azraelβs faith in The Father had never once wavered in the thousands of years He ruled. With an undying devotion, she served Him and did anything he asked of her with an efficiency rivaled only by Gabriel. Reaping the souls of the Egyptianβs firstborns as Moses fought for the children of Israel was done without question. Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven, after all. Even when The Father disappeared and the Council had taken his place, she believed what they were doing had been right, carrying on Godβs will.
Β However, centuries passed after He disappeared. With no return in sight, the Council began to take advantage of their newfound power and influence, using βGodβs Willβ to justify any decisions they might make. As they grew more pompous and arrogant, Azrael began to question the Councilβs so-called βdivine guidanceβ, watching as their eyes became clouded with power. Even as the Earthβs machines began their expeditions into Hell, decimating everything in their paths, the Council turned a blind eye to the sinners that had been left behind. When they began to segregate the angels of Heaven itself, Azrael was unable to ignore the clear injustices occurring, and finally dared to bring her thoughts to the Council.Β
That had been her greatest mistake. Now, as she knelt on the marble floor of the auditorium, she knew exactly what the Council had become. The chains restraining her fists tightened as she struggled against them, sending an unimaginable fiery pain coursing through her limbs as her screams continued to ring out.
βTry as you may, your struggle shall never be heard,β the first Council member circled Azrael haughtily. βLest someone dare try to help a deviant like you.β
βSo youβre just going to have me executed in cold blood? After everything I have done for The Father, you are the ones who decide my fate? I have been nothing but loyal to Him and His will!β Azrael reasoned, anger seeping into her voice. The angel circling her hummed in amusement.
βYou forget yourself, Azrael. Your status stands below the Council, and we are the voice of the Father. We only want what is best for the people,β he replied.
Azraelβs hands clenched into fists of rage as he spoke in that disgusting, haughty, βholier-than-thouβ tone. These were no longer the Holy angels she rememberedβ Or were they ever truly holy in the first place? Had she been serving an unjust power that only claimed to know Godβs will ever since He disappeared? She truly didnβt know anymore. All she knew was that they had become far too comfortable in the place of Godβs empty throne.
βAnd what of the sinners? Do they not count as people? What of the ones in Limbo who now suffer an unimaginable fate despite the peaceful lives they led?β Azrael argued, gritting her teeth as her restraints continued to burn through the silver plating of her armor. Despite the heat, her holy armor remained unmarked, yet the pain still traveled through.
βThe creatures of Hell are inconsequential! The only ones that truly matter are those who reside in Heaven,β the Council member spat. βWhat matters now is maintaining the stability here. With these ideas you bring, you threaten the peace of the realm. You will be severed from the Holy Light and cast into Hell to die, along with your heretic ideologies. God forbid the other angels learn of them and begin to rebel,β he stepped forward and grabbed the chin of her helmet, βyou will die alone, hidden, in the deepest layers of Hell. Martyrdom is a luxury of which you are undeserving.β
Azrael didnβt even have a moment to process his wordsβ to lash out at him for using His name in vainβ before the chains pulled taut, and her arms were pulled away from her sides. She cried out as the pressure on her wrists tightened, sending another blaze of agony through her arms as she heard a choir of hymns begin.Β
As the light was purged from Azraelβs holy being, a searing pain struck her body, setting her nerves ablaze. She screamed once again through gritted teeth and clenched fists, determined to deny the Council the satisfaction of torturing her. Excruciating waves of pain surged through her, incinerating the light from the inside out, a searing hiss that would strike lessers blind. In this horrible, burning fire, one undying vengeance was forged. If the council would not listen to reason, then reason be damned. These false gods would fall, for Death is a blade that none shall escape. Thank you for reading! This is a prologue to my ULTRAKILL OC's story and I'm super proud of it and I'd love to hear your feedback if you have any. Thanks again <333
anon requested: vaporwave/kawaiicore ramlethal valentine layouts with pinks
credit to use!

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Guilty Gear Popularity Poll
Round 3 - Duel 5
Testament
Ramlethal Valentine
PLSSSS VOTE RAM
Everyone seemed to really need/appreciate this last time I did it so I'm doing it again:
pick the one you need to hear the most and pass it along.
I'm proud of who you've become.
You're worthy of being loved. You're not unlovable
You're safe. It's okay. It'll all be alright.
It's okay to be vulnerable.
You can put yourself first. It's okay to be selfish every now and then.
You were a child, it wasn't your fault.
It will get better. You will get better. It just takes time.
You are important. You matter.
You're not obligated to please everyone.
Your scars don't make you any less beautiful.
hiiiiii so i did a big artfight attack with a bunch of ultrakill angel OCs!! it took a lot longer than i anticipated and honestly theres things id still go back in and edit but i think it looks good :] gonna tag people on here so they can see!
[ID in alt]
OH I FORGOT I NEVER EVEN PROPERLY REVEALED HER DESIGN LMFAO i mean its not fully fleshed out anyway i need to add finer details still but i have a solid idea
azrael being a badass angel i love her,,., so. ,much

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I feel like if humans swallowed rocks like birds do to help grind up food we'd have so much fun with it.
Can just imagine all the girlies on tiktok going "I know this is a bit controversial but I honestly love using limestone as a gastrolith. Not only can you readily forage it but they are just so pretty when smoothed out after regurgitating them"
and then all the comments would be like " girl π π calcite dissolves in stomach acid!! Just use quartz if you want a pretty gastrolith like π"
I like this site. Yβall just shotgunning counterfactual timelines
The phrase, "everyone except workers" reminds me of that one poll that said AOC was unpopular with "everyone except women, poc, young people, and LGBTQ people." Like such a circuitous to say they think older cishet white men are the default everyone, with all else being an abberation.
Like "everyone except workers" is just bosses, executives, and investors. Aka people that profit off of work without actually doing it, which is a far smaller group than workers are.
"The people that don't actually do the work don't like this thing that makes the lives of the people that actually do the work better," is probably a less appealing headline to the readers of Fortune Magazine.