do you think Bruce ever lies awake at night thinking about all the things he has taught his kids and how it seemed like a good idea at the time but maybe some of those habits are actually more bad than good
All Admiral Piett scenes! I edited this basically alongside the Veers video but kinda forgot to post it🫠 He's got a bit more screen time but still not enough for my liking. I think I adore particularly his mannerisms and his rather measured voice/way of speaking, I find watching him just to be very soothing (even though he himself gets increasingly stressed throughout these scenes, poor man🥲). My beloved Firmus he's so cute I want to hug him🥺💕
first week back at school and ahhhhhh everything is a little overwhelming currently
- my living space is full of boxes i have simply not had the energy to unpack at all.... hopefully this weekend (but i have also been invited to a Social Event so WE SHALL SEE)
- this school year is going to have So Much Important Stuff happening inbetween the many weeks of practice placement
- such as The Academic Text
- AND i need to finish the big project i was supposed to have finished ages ago
- our teacher this year speaks swedish with a very thick french accent and i speak norwegian with a dialect, we really struggle to understand one another but maybe hopefully that will change over time.... please...........
- i'm stressed about Stupid Bureaucracy Stuff
- and im so so sleepytired :(((
- and it's too humid and warm for comfort :(((((
AT LEAST I HAVE CUTE SOCKS
purchased in a distraught jetlag haze and subsidized by my travel insurance. they're my favourites now
I love Dawn the drag queen because I love twinks that look like little butches
Look at Dawn out of drag, and then look me in the eyes & tell me this funky little butch wouldn’t help you put up wallpaper in exchange for a pizza and a dirty-30 of Keystone Light while also talking at great length about her friend/roommate who buys her flowers and takes her on dates but it’s just as friends right?
Like I would think this is a butch who knows a lot about yarn. Or fiber arts in general. And she -definitely- drives a shitty robin’s egg blue 1997 Toyota Camry with a crimson hood and black driver’s side door that hasn’t had an oil change since the Trump administration and enough miles on the engine to have literally driven to the moon and back
This is a butch who talks to plants and absolutely has a grow-op in her guest room. This is a butch who grows weed because she’s super into plant genetics/husbandry. She spent $10k on lights and timers and hydroponics to grow 3 plants that send you into the stratosphere, and then never touched it again
This is a butch who had a Bowie era. But not like, -good- Bowie. Like whatever the fuck he was doin in the 90s. This is a butch who tried to convince herself she had a crush on Gerard Way, but it was really just gender envy
(And though I love the visual of the key earring, I know I’m An Old now because I can’t tell if it’s simply for aesthetics or if it’s some new flagging code I don’t know of. Either way, I think it’s neat)
by far my favourite piece of merch from this weekend (and my favourite photo from the con HAHAHA) (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) i actually hadn’t even realized there was a dabi cosplayer in front of me at first—i had only spotted the plushie, and i was so over the moon about it that it took me a while to notice he was technically, kind of, standing right in front of me (my boyfriend was like ‘i can’t believe i spotted them before you did!’ because i usually spot dabi cosplayers very quickly) >.<
and then i got these!!! and a ton of chocolate and this japanese candy that i thought was gum but was, in fact, definitely not gum (still good tho!)
anyway we had such a blast and i am sad that it’s over but happy with my lil goodies here c:
I feel like I've been run over by a steamroller. But not in a good pop-my-back kind of way. More of a "I've been on the phone all day trying to deal with enough catastrophes to last me for the full year thank you very much" way.
Hrrrmnnng I have so much to do but I’d rather be playing and hanging with friends and drawings and organizing things I see into different aesthetic categories…,,…
Brain attempted to visit a nightmare on me, only to wind up planting itself facefirst into my monster fascination, instead, so now there's a whole ass story outline sitting in my notes, lol
Me? Writing Anarcia sick!fic while sleep deprived? It’s more likely than you think! (Excerpt)
With a deep breath and one final check to make sure there wasn't any puke on her sleep shirt, (she wasn't even going to bother going back to her room to find pajama pants to wear, she felt too shitty to care if Marcia saw her ass), she trudged towards the door, focusing her energy on not falling over, seeing as the room was still spinning and her brain felt like it was trying to burst through the front of her skull. Miraculously, she made it to the door without incident, swinging open the door to greet the tall blonde who was far too bubbly for it to only be eight in the morning.
Marcia, for her part, does stop her stream-of-consciousness chattering when she sees just how tired and unwell Anetra looks, frowning and immediately moving to rest the back of her hand on Anetras forehead, tsking slightly under her breath. “Step a bit to the left, Neech. You’re blocking the doorway” She murmured, the worry written clearly across her delicate features.
“Marsh, I don't want to get you sick…” Anetra began to protest, but Marcia was having none of it, already squeezing herself in the slender space between Anetra’s too-warm body and the door. Anetra’s breath hitched ever so slightly as she felt Marcia's body pressing against hers, and for just a moment, the heat filling her frame had nothing to do with her illness.