#YOU ARE MAKING ME PROCRASTINATE!!!

[itsmayyyy]

neighbours

we got some new neighbours recently, the last owner was some nice old lady (i miss her sm!!!) so ig this kid from that house maybe has some sort of problem, idk?

so im doing my homework, its evening, some lo-fi playing, my window is open, its a nice breeze, birds are chirping, im drinking some water (becuause tea is for amatuers)

and every few seconds this kid goes like:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

and then this girl is like:

I DIDNT DO ANYTHING! I DIDNT DO IT!!!

and im like, wtf is goin on?? and i am seriously considering whether to go to the house and offer some sincere suggestions to maybe, i dont know, go to the counsellor's, maybe? but i dont have any confidence, so here i am, listing different elements and compounds, while my neighbours are screaming their heads off.

just life ig...idk

ps: i know i said i wouldnt post but this innate sense came in me and i just had to.

[theagenes]

Art Donaldson | Challengers (2024)

[waterghostype]

i thought this was a beautiful nonbinary lesbian but it’s just morro from ninjago

[floweroflaurelin]

🎶 The Crown…

Pix now wears the Crown… 🎶

—

The moment of recognition when that ancient and powerful thing deep in the catacombs… discovers the Crown.

[treasuringizu]

“i love you. i love you. i love you.” izuku whispers.

it’s dark, the only source of light being the television in the background, the movie you were watching muted and long forgotten, and a candle flickering on the table, emitting a sweet grapevine scent that infiltrates the air and your noses.

you’re settled on his lap, legs wrapped around him and your chest right against his, so close that you could feel the beats of his heart like it’s your own. his arms are wrapped around your body, strong, squeezing like he would never let you leave even if you wanted to. adjusted to the darkness, you can see his soft, green eyes looking into yours, and you can feel yourself melt, physically into his arms, body and soul given all to him.

“i love you too, izu.” you smile, and you can feel his cheeks turn even hotter under your palms as you run your thumbs over his skin, poking the indents that form when he matches your smile.

he exhales a breath, “wow.”

“what?”

shaking his head, he removes his face from your hands and burrows into your neck. “i’m so happy.”

“aw, baby.” your hands move to his curls, they’re soft when you run your fingers through them. “why?”

“i’m here. with you. you make me so happy sometimes i just don’t know what to do with myself.” he admits, pressing his lips against your neck in a kiss. “i love you so much.”

he’s too good for you. his words make you swoon, and you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have him like this.

“you’re too sweet, izuku.” you nuzzle his hair. “i love you. more than you know.”

the candle continues to burn, and so does your love for each other.

[saturngalore]

the universe of saturngalore 🪐🌈

[snekdood]

"if we make america worse and more of a dictatorship that will be even harder to unravel and make it the way we want the country to be, maybe then everyone will join our Glorious Revolution!" bb girl you cant even be in the same room with someone who thinks you should vote, how in tf do you think you're gonna unite people to fight in The Revolution with you? it's gonna be you and your 5 friends, i hate to break it to you.

[volivolition]

with kisses like these, who needs magnesium?

[dkettchen]

I have elected to live in the best timeline instead of watching the like 30+ new eps I should probably catch up on so uhhh--- 

[smallishbabes]

The story of Techno breaking his glasses before stream.

Source: Turtle stream

Transcription under the cut

Techno: Y’know last week I was thinking to myself, “Y’know what? We’re coming up- we’re coming up on 4 million subscribers. Y’know I- I- I’m getting- y’know I’m- I’m getting- I’m getting some money when I stream.” And I was thinking, “Y’know it’s about time I indulge on some real luxuries”, chat. Get some material goods in my life. And I was thinking here, “What could I really use?” And I thought to myself, “I should get a second pair of glasses.” (Oh Phil’s here) A second pair of glasses. Because it occurred to me that I- y’know these- y’know these glasses? This very fragile device on my head that I rely on to function as a human being? I only have one of them. And so it occurred to me- it occurred to me that’s probably- that’s probably just not a good idea to only have one and no backup. So anyways, I broke my glasses two hours ago. Uh it was not good. It was not good. I’m currently- I can currently see because I taped them back to together with scotch tape. I have- I have 3.8 million subscribers and the only reason why I can do this stream is because of tape. It’s because of tape. My life is a joke.

[yellowloid]

alex turner as paintings of women

the birth of venus - william-adolphe bouguereau (1879) // venus of urbino - tiziano vecellio (1538) // mary magdalene in the cave - jules joseph lefebvre (1876) // ophelia - john everett millais (1851-52) // crying girl on the sofa - peter knudsen (1919)

[bogkeep]

it was always a strange dichotomy. every middle school classmate i had told me i'd be a millionaire when i grew up, a Famouse Artisté. it's easy enough to imagine as a teen, i suppose: skill equals fame equals money. i was doubtful about this prophecy, not because i wasn't confident in my ability to draw, but because it was hard to imagine a world where i'd be paid for it.

it was an ice breaker game at summer camp. horrible one, really - everyone in a group were given a character profile. now we had to imagine that it was the zombie apocalypse, and the helicopter to safety was two seats short and we had argue why we deserved a spot. the character i got was an asshole doctor of some kind. i don't remember if i argued my way into the helicopter or not, but i do remember the feeling that's been hanging over me my entire life - if the apocalypse happens right now, i have nothing to contribute.

there's something really painful about it. i have cultivated a skill for my whole life, i can make art and tell stories that are entirely unique to me, there is no way to get someone else to create in the exact same way i can, and yet - i've contributed more to capitalist society by sitting in an empty hotel reception for eight hours a day.

which made me develop anxiety, to boot.

i illustrated two children's books. they're some of my best work. the contract i signed was industry standard and the indie author who had hired me was incredibly kind... but even after stock sold out i had earnt little more than some pocket change.

in high school we had an outing to dig our own snow caves that we would spend the night in. in teams, thankfully. i have so little physical strength to speak of, most i could do to help was clear away the snow rubble and toss it outside. i know, i know, my classmates reassured me it was an important job to do, i was an invaluable member of the group, sure - but it's that feeling, you know?

what would my task be in the communist solarpunk commune?

a person cannot be useless. it's a human being. they just exist, no ifs and buts about it. one can only be useless in the eyes of an ableist, capitalist society that sees no value in being alive beyond production and profit.

sometimes i receive messages from internet strangers to tell me something i said - often several years ago - was helpful to them. maybe it was a throwaway comment on a forum. maybe it was replying to a question they could've googled the answer to. maybe it was an encouraging reply to someone's artwork. turns out it mattered to someone. huh.

of course you can learn new skills. i have learnt plenty over the years! i have also learnt that there are limitations to what i can do. that some of the obstacles i face are not in fact obstacles everyone faces. it's not that i can't break tasks into smaller steps, it's more that half of those steps are going to be "rinse your hands because you Touched a Thing and now you're going to have to touch Another Thing." i wonder if that's adding to my cognitive load or something.

i was never raised to be a man, so by all accounts i do not understand why i'm so haunted by the spectre of toxic masculinity - what would i do if i was a medieval peasant and a war broke out? what if i was in a pre-historic hunter gatherer society and i was expected to hunt? what if i was a humble farm boy discovering the sword of the chosen one and the world depended on my non-existing courage to face certain death?

look, it's stupid. these are not scenarios i will find myself in. besides, pre-historic humans depended on community and taking care of each other. that's how we survive.

i'm not useless and i decided to make peace with being useless anyway.

we're surrounded by digital clocks. we can't really escape them. do we need watchmakers? would they save me a spot in the zombie apocalypse helicopter? no, don't answer that. i'm just happy i found something that requires a light touch and an observant eye.

[gum-iie]

weapon

[jesse-cosay]

Last time I went to grab screenshots I noticed/remembered some of the unspoken stuff Lake did around the map car/toad car and it's killing me again.

As soon as the flecs appear Lake pushes Jesse behind them.

Arguably he could be in their way, aside from the fact that it keeps happening.

When they get to the door Lake picks him up. Jesse isn't the one the flecs are after, he's of no use to them and he isn't close with Lake yet. They could leave him. They should.

It would have been just as easy to push him out the door instead of pulling him into the room. But the point is that despite having moments before said this-

"So are you just gonna keep him now? Or what. 'Cause I kind of just wanna hang out with this deer."

Lake wants to keep Jesse with them. Even though they don't know each other well. Even though it'd be easier not to have him around or explain.

Look at the soft smile they get after Jesse gets excited about traveling with them! THEY SAID THEY DIDN'T WANT THIS AND YET- JESSE BEING EXCITED ABOUT SPENDING TIME WITH THEM CLEARLY DOES MAKE THEM HAPPY!

The truth is simple. Lake has always wanted a friend, and to be known. They're just scared of losing that person or them potentially turning on them.

[deaderthandoubledead]

Yeah we talk a lot about how Izzy looks at Ed. But how about we talk about how Izzy looks at Stede?

[lucy-lockwood]

LOCKLYLE + "Don't blame me" by Taylor Swift (insp)