Gatekeeping destroys fandoms!! If you only allow people you consider to be "true fans" interact with the fandom then that fandom's going to disappear. Newcomers will never join, conversation will grow stale, interests will shift and the fandom will slowly fade.
auf wiedersehen, opa, ich hoffe du hast eine gute reise
(Song is My Mom by Kimya Dawson)
Reblog and put in the tags a character(s) you think would be extremely popular if the piece of media they’re from was more well-known.
and an ability to make these channels not show in searches also
youtube needs to implement some sort of 'do not recommend channel + kill yourself for recommending me this' button
Some bodies with cancer do not win the battle. U-1146 is about to see this for himself, in a wild twist of events that forces him to reconsider his entire identity, that something about him was just slightly off.
[read the full fic here! first few paragraphs under the cut]
1146 sits with his back slumped against the cold, blue-hued glass of the containment tube he was held captive in. His dark eyes are a new kind of wide, and he clutches his wounded side with his hand. Deep red cytoplasm leaked through his fingers.
He could not feel his pain. No, not the pain of his body at least- but his emotional pain was very much real.
Laying on a bed of cancer were his friends and fellow immune cells, NK cell and Killer....no, Memory T cell. They were not moving. Not even a twitch of the fingers, or the rise and fall of their breathing. Their cytoplasm made a pool beneath them, and 1146 knew they were dead. Corpses.
He couldn't let himself cry, he thought, but his eyes still defiantly leaked tears as he pounded his hands against the glass. The cancer cell just laughed at his struggling.
"Why!?" 1146 screamed, anger bubbling up like boiling water. "Why do you have to do this!?"
"It's what I deserve! Consider it payback for the last time you put an end to me without a second thought! It's necessary to see my dream to fruition, after all!"
"But-"
"No buts, my friend! Look at how far my tumor is growing! And look at you. Defenseless. Don't you think your neutrophil pals will end up the same way? If I could take those guys down," he motions to the bodies with his hand, "then surely I can do it all again. Really, it was quite easy."
finished playing mother 3 so I'm drawing shitpost ultimate chimera to deal... it's such a thingy
rewatching cells at work
Bang!
Cats painting studies by Paul Rabaud
me when i got that deadly disease hyperfixation // read pinned!
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