#instead of doing homework!!!

[anathemav360]

so, the director totally mumbles butcher vanity to themself while xer killing dawn, right?

[ @askoverkill ] (textless version under break)

[onlymagpie]

I can't read the new book yet but I can draw young Geralt headcanons in the meantime :')

[lordchinnychin]

Okay so in my Computer Applications class we learned about conditional formatting in Excel, where you can change the color of a cell by inputting certain values.

We're supposed to use it to model heat gradients in metals, but I found a better application:

FROG ART

[lennjamin-o7]

[magentasnail]

spoon theory

[cheesewhimsy]

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

[skyeislimitless]

she was insane for this.

[itscherryterry-again]

And I said: I do not want to be great, I want to be loved.

– Sue Zhao

[paracosmicka]

bad dream

[rubleoobleold]

mechanisms fandom do you still exist

[kaekisser]

this is usually the type of thing i'd keep to my sideblog, but. no. this rant is going on main.

this has already been said many times, but i'll say it again: the culture and portrayal of disability in media and fandom is one of crude dismissal, and it's a reflection of widespread real-world attitudes towards disabled people.

i, personally, am really really sick of it.

from what i've observed, there are two types of disabled character (and, thus, two expectations or preconceptions of real-life disabled people): one who doesn't self-advocate, and one who does.

the disabled character who doesnt advocate for themself is either a sweet, pathetic, repressed little baby who cant make their own decisions and needs to be coddled, or they're a strong, noble, inspiration porn warrior who doesn't actually have it that bad because their disability is actually, secretly a superpower.

or... both. sometimes they're both.

on the flip side, the disabled character who does advocate for themself, in a way that is intrusive and productive and realistic, is either an out-of-touch, entitled asshole, or a dramatic, crazed hypochondriac. or both.

the self-sacrificial, people-pleasing disabled character will be praised and infantilized; they are deserving of respect, and they'll set the standard for what a disabled person should be; while the self-respecting, unapologetic disabled character will be mocked and vilified so long as there is proof of their disability being an inconvenience.

in any case, the character, or at least their disability, is misrepresented and dismissed. the amputee gets a completely functional and unhampering prosthetic. the deaf or blind character adapts all too well to a hearing or sighted world, and in fact develops enhancements to their remaining senses. the disfigured person, in the case that they're not a villain, has great kindness and talent, making their physical differences almost ignorable. the paraplegic makes a miraculous recovery, with no persisting symptoms. the autist, while difficult to interact with, is a savant and a genius. forget chronic pain or fatigue; that sort of issue is invisible, and thus irrelevant. and don't even think about mentioning conditions that impact one's hygiene, digestion, or continence.

ah, and don't forget, all of these things will be used as comedic relief.

it's a culture of overcompensation. disabled people, of course, have no inherent value as people, so their value has to be constructed, and their issues disregarded. we wouldn't want to make viewers uncomfortable, now, would we?

of course, this just speaks to a larger issue; society still expects disabled people to be small and inoffensive, to apologize for the realities of their condition. the ideal disabled experience as shown in media and culture is one of shame and insecurity, and the impact of one's disability on oneself is never nearly as relevant as the impact of one's disability on the world around them. disability is only representable so long as it is palatable to an abled audience, and it is only palatable so long as the enjoyment and novelty of viewing an idealized disabled story outweigh the discomfort of viewing a realistic disabled experience.

[stealcorpses83]

No matter how close I get to you,

my heart is only one.

[sceptixfakemon]

IT'S FUCK IN ARMOR FRIDAY ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[ansjsla]

[star--nymph]

thinking about how as a templar, Cullen wasn't functioning as a person. He was just a cog in a machine; a rusted, chipped one that screeched when it connected with another cog, but a cog nevertheless. Templars don't have belongings, they don't have interests, they forfeit their family, if they are allowed to marry it's under strict guidelines. the lyrium isn't just there to make the powerful, it's to make them subservient, in theory it is meant to be the leash that yanks when the templars speaks for themselves or others. You want to rebel, you want to advocate for others? The leash can be pulled, taking you further and further away from a new drought of lyrium.

no one pays a templar to think. you are there for the honor and love of the Maker and you swing your sword for Him and no one else

and when he comes out of it, what does Cullen have? His suit of armor, his sword, his mantle, maybe an under shirt and a pair of breeches, and his coin

the coin that was his one act of rebellion in his seventeen year tenure

no one wonder he says to a romance inquisition 'when it started, I hadn't considered much beyond our survival' because why would he? Templars don't have futures, they have service and they either die in service or die on the street, starved of lyrium and dignity. It's an act of rebellion in and of itself for Cullen to think he has the possibility of a future with anyone or anything

maybe that's the greatest gift an inquisitor, romanced or not, can give him--a chance to leave service and for once, be a person with dreams and desires. And what does he do when he's given that? He creates a sanctuary for other templars, so they may no what it's like to be a person as well.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

― sticky .ᐟ l.cy ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ🍭 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, afab reader, overstim, abrupt ending / wc: -900 / masterlist / a/n : that anton video got me messed up ☹️, will check this for typos l8er!! / divider

anton's cock is pinned against his pelvis, leaking precum as you grind your cunt against it. you refuse to take your underwear off for reasons you won't share with anton no matter how much he asks. he's sticky, covered in a pool of his own mess from already cumming two times. the texture of your underwear doesn't help his already sensitive state. he can just barely make out the outline of your cunt behind your underwear, folds parted slightly to make room for him. your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt has him shuddering. he squeezes his eyes shut.

"look at me, toni," you say, patting his cheek lightly. he opens his eyes and they immediately fall down to your cunt again. there's a wet patch forming on them. he's not sure if it's from you or him, or a mixture of both, but his mouth waters. you still your hips and swipe a finger along the puddle on his stomach.

you slide down his thighs and his cock lifts a little. you spread the liquid on your fingers along his head, cooing when he leaks more precum.

"fuck-- n/n, please," he says, wincing as you rub along his slit. his hips chase your hand when you pull away.

"what are you asking for?"

he doesn't really know. he's sensitive from cumming, but he's still hard, still burning for your touch. it frustrates him, and he stumbles around incoherent words, barely stringing them together.

you shift down further, in between his legs. "you made a bit of a mess, angel," you say. you finger through the wetness on his pelvis again to prove your point. this time, you bring the finger up to your lips, licking the cum off of them. you hum at the taste, then lean over his pelvis and lick the remaining mess off of him bit by bit, shifting further down until you're facing his shaft.

"oh, toni. don't worry--i know what you need," you say with a smile.

his breath catches when you slip his cock into your mouth. the space is so warm and wet, embracing him perfectly. he stutters and winces, failing to tell you just how good he feels. he looks down at you, and you're already looking back at him.

you remain in place, hands resting on anton's hips. his fingers twitch where they're laying by his thighs, and you lift one to rest on your head. he brings the other one up as well, burying them in your hair. he raises his hips slowly, guiding your head down to meet him halfway. he grunts at the feeling, groans when you swallow around him. he holds your head in place as he slides his cock in and out of your mouth. you never break eye contact with him, but he has to blink away the haze in his eyes a few times to meet your gaze.

his pace quickens increasingly until he's snapping his hips up to meet your lips, grunting every time your skin meets his. sometimes you make a noise, for a moment you squeeze your eyes shut at the force of it. when you open them again, they're lidded, and your eyebrows are furrowed.

anton's noises pitch higher, he tries to warn you through choked-off breaths that he's close. you don't push away from him, so he takes that as permission. he thrusts a few more times, movements in rhythm with his pinched noises, until he's cumming in your mouth, shuddering through it.

his hands fall out of your hair. he feels a bit lifeless, weak from the workout. you make a show of swallowing his cum, licking up the few droplets that leaked out of your mouth. he huffs watching you, feels his body heat up all over.

"don't get all dumb on me, angel. you can give me another, right?" you say, and he's on the verge on saying no when you climb off the bed and slide your panties off. you motion for him to sit up and help him lean against the headboard before straddling him again. you pull him into a kiss and he feels you shuffle around, lining his member up with your opening. his mouth falls open, panting against your lips as you slide down around him. your walls are warm and gummy, squeezing his shaft. pain from the overstim has his eyes burning. you pull away from the kiss and he tries to blink the tears away before you see them.

"what's the matter?" you say, voice barely above a whisper. you use one hand to wipe the wetness away from his cheek. "not good?"

"it's good--" he gasps as you roll your hips against him. "just hurts."

"aw, it hurts, toni?" you say, hips still moving. his eyes fall shut again, fresh tears tumbling down his cheeks as he nods.

"that's just too bad, huh?" you say, mouth by his ear. you lift, sliding his cock halfway out of your cunt, before dropping your hips back down. anton's head falls into the crook of your neck, getting it wet the more he cries.

"hurts so bad," he says, words muffled by your skin. your movements are fluid, rhythm never faltering as you bounce on him, and he feels useless. all he can do is take it until you decide you're done with for the night.