#what about it???

[thinkingoffrancis]

oh to be able to read my favourite books for the first time again. or to view my favorite films the same way i did when i’d never even heard of the title or the actors before. or to hear my favourite songs like i did when they first were introduced to me. that is the dream.

[spn-tng]

Nah, what ACTUALLY happened to Jesse Turner was the Q Continuum found out about the Australian Antichrist so they sent good ol' Q to investigate. And now Q has another powerful child to take care of.

[mercutiomaggie]

The soft huff Gale makes after you kiss 🥰

[girzapata6]

I'm just gonna call Painis X CBS "Brutal Cupcake" cuz idk?? I'm doing stuff and I need a name for them

[dipplinduo]

I got to ask since we're talking about Kiki and Juliana's kids what team do you think they would have? Would they be a pokemon coordinator? A elite four or gym leader? A professor? A mask maker like Kiki's ancestor? Seriously I'm curious what people see for these kids...

Damn that's a good question.

Honestly I feel like Juliana & Kieran are gonna be type of parents that would highly encourage their kids to try out a bunch of things to see what they like, and then they'd support them with whatever they'd want to do.

Kieran would be very adamant on making sure they don't repeat his mistakes of getting battle-obsessed, and would focus a lot of energy on making sure they have a healthy relationship with battling. It would be so funny if one of their daughters had a bit of an angsty phase scare from the pressure of having two very successful parents who are champion-level battlers. It would make them both panic but Kieran would ultimately be the one to know how to break through to the daughter before she rinses and repeats fully. xD

Juliana, on the other hand, would probably influence the kids to learn more from a research and exploration-based perspective. So maybe one of them gets interested in pokemon breeding or research?

I would also love for them to take on some of the cultural stuff like the mask-making and whatnot, and the kids even getting some influence from other people like Aunt Carmine. I'm honestly open to a lot of ideas and can also see them as being their own people outside of others' influence, but yeah. They got loooads of opportunity to learn from two+ of the best lmao.

[nine-butterflies]

a story told in three parts

[ibenology]

the average twitter vs tumblr community experience

[missabnormal]

imagine being a Korean person awake at like one in the morning trying to accept that the president of South Korea actually just tried to go full dictatorship by way of an emergency martial law because he was basically having a political temper tantrum and every agency and corporation in the country is all hands on deck, code red mode on everything and the military is being deployed and then the assembly revokes the martial law and then the president is like lol nevermind and now you have to get ready to work at your shitty job on a Wednesday

[soapbbox]

Tenna watch out for the thirst comments

[fridayiminlovemp3]

[bookwyrminspiration]

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

[boltlightning]

not watching severance and succession means i log on the day after an episode and everyone is like SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THEYRE SO INSANE FOR THIS and the image cited is a man in a suit standing still in an otherwise blank, fluorescently-lit hallway. i'm happy for you guys or sorry that happened

[xiaq]

Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.

[foolfortune]

[mythalism]

i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.