#Sight-Seeing

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

What they don’t tell you about getting into bird watching is that once you get into it, you do not get to decide when you bird watch. You can be on the beach of some distant tropical country with nothing planned except relaxing. But then you see a Common Fluttering Nut Buster and you’re like fuckkkkkkkk holy shit guys the Common Fluttering Nut Buster is not supposed to live this far west holy shitttttttttt

[booksinmythorax]

I'm already seeing advice from people in the US to purchase queer books and other banned or "controversial" books on paper as a way to combat the wave of government censorship that is coming. While this is a good idea (it is! absolutely!), it's not accessible to everyone, and truly, we're not going to be able to consumerism our way out of this one.

If you can buy the books, do. Whether you can buy the books or not, borrow them from your library.

Borrow the paper versions. Borrow the ebook or audiobook versions. Request the titles you want that your library doesn't have. The more a title circulates or is requested, the better librarians are going to be able to defend keeping it if and when it's ever challenged.

Use libraries like @queerliblib too. The more members they have, the better they'll be able to fundraise.

Your community resources depend on you using them. Borrow the books before they go away.

InB4: Piracy is not the solution here. We're trying to keep community resources available, not make sure individual people can read individual books. Different problems.

The books are still available. Borrowing them from your library and returning them on time and in good condition will help keep them that way.

[zoot580]

Not Just Visit. Maybe Reside...

Answering today's Prompt of the Day: What cities do you want to visit?

What cities do you want to visit? The places I’d like to visit are Las Vegas; Athens, Greece; Florence, Italy; and Cancun, Mexico.  All of the other U.S. cities have been checked off of my bucket list. Paris, France is not on that list because I performed there in 1989.  I would only like to return to take my wife because she’s never been. I would like to revisit San Antonio, New Mexico;…

[letoilepourpre]

twitter liked this one

[texasnaturist]

Mid-Texas Museum Road Trip

[akanemnon]

So THAT'S how they did it! I'm sure that will have no major implications at AAAAALLLLLL...

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[askyofexplodingstars]

whoops

[satoblue]

tw: memory loss, deception, love at first sight, obsession.

thinking about when satoru was a child and the first time he met you after managing to slip past his clan’s suffocating watch.

satoru had always thought the world he came from was too much. at least, for someone like him — someone who had the misfortune of being born with both the six eyes and limitless cursed techniques. seen as nothing but a weapon.

but you… he remembers the exact day he met you. the exact street he saw you sat at as you hummed to yourself, short legs kicking under the bench as you licked at a blue popsicle that turned your tongue the same color. and then, when you noticed him staring your way — or specifically, at the treat in your hand — you smiled at him. actually smiled — before offering him one from the cooler on that fateful summer day as well as your name.

he was never allowed sweets like this — pure sugar in his perfectly curated diet. he recalls the taste of it on his tongue even now — the taste of something new and wonderful. it had been his favorite ever since. and he recalls the way his tongue had also turned the same shade of blue and he had to hide it the whole time when he was eventually found and brought back to reality, wondering when it’d go away.

but he also wondered about you. how you didn’t give it to him bc of his name or status — but just because. bc you saw that he was any other kid just like you. and he never forgot it. bc you were the first.

sometimes, when satoru could, he’d try and go back to the same spot just to see you — but there was never any trace of you. so life moved on. he didn’t have the time to linger on it much. there was this huge burden thrust upon his shoulders since his birth — his duties. and then later on, there was the school, missions, and then eventually the students after he chose to become a teacher.

but even as the world demanded everything from him, he kept that memory tucked away in his head like a secret he visited every so often — a single moment of peace and warmth in his abnormal world. of what life could’ve been like if he weren’t born gojo satoru.

and then, years later, your name appears on a mission report — low priority, civilian casualty, and memory loss under suspicious conditions. he shouldn’t have even been reading the file — but he recognizes the first name of the girl he’s been thinking about for so long. he really just checked for the hell of it. you’re listed as a non sorcerer. no cursed energy and no connection to the world he is a part of. but when he sees the attached photo — his entire world stops. he’s never forgotten that face.

really, he almost convinces himself to leave it alone. almost. yet, the next moment — he finds himself at your bedside in the hospital, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other nervously clutching a perfect bouquet of flowers (he wasn’t really sure why he brought them). both the sound of his foot tapping incessantly against the floor and his heart thudding in his chest are too loud in his ears.

the cursed energy from whatever hit you still lingers faintly around you — whatever did this was smart. but satoru is smarter. stronger. he’ll find out who or what took you from him. bc even if you don’t remember him — he remembers everything.

and when your eyes flutter open — those same eyes from years ago (a little older and still holding that same warmth he’s craved all his life and never found in anything else) — you look at him like he’s a stranger. and it guts him.

you ask, voice soft and unsure, “who are you?” and really, he wants to say he’s a sorcerer — wants to explain everything. he should keep you safe from his world, let you know of the dangers that lurk around the corner. but instead, the words tumble out like muscle memory: “i’m gojo satoru. i’m your husband. and you… you’re my wife.”

it is a lie — and yet, the truest thing he’s ever said. bc even if you don’t remember him… he’s been in love with you for half of his life. and fate — twisted and cruel and maybe merciful — has brought you back to him again.

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[annabelle--cane]

"you can't make me sanitize cheating and divorce narratives with polyshipping" trust me they can still do polyamorous cheating and polyamorous divorce. they can very extremely do that.

[soosoosoup]

Here it is, the wip/scrapped old art block attempt 😅

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[umblrspectrum]

infinitely funnier visuals in my head, likely because they werent subject to my actual skill level in art

[chloesimaginationthings]

Jeremy Fitzgerald’s reaction to FNAF scooped Michael

[smoosie]

"This is so freaky...Alexa, play Romeo and Juliet, Op. 64, Act 1, Scene 2 : No. 13, Dance of the Knights."

[certainly-sydney]

(has this been done yet ? 🙃)