#cheer and clap everyone

[beatriceportinari]

Brook trout - Origami, one sheet of paper

[dogmotif]

haha hey i love the blood dripping from your face and the animal rage in your eyes whats your pronouns

[lieutenant-columbro]

can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]

[watermotif]

just borned ! 🐶 pattern by destiny.makes

[bloodydeanwinchester]

he's alive he's alive he's alive

[dulcesiabits]

Furina having a crush on you but being super embarrassing and self conscious about it!!!!!!

She practices the cool and heart stopping poses she wants to show you in front of her mirror for five hours everyday so you’ll never catch her bad side. Seeing you in the courtroom and then she ramps up all her antics by 100 so you’ll think she’s cool. Sending 1000 roses to your home and certain you’ll be falling all over her at any second.

The hydro archon conveniently appears wherever you are, and keeps throwing you puppy dog looks full of hopeful anticipation that you’ll notice her and give her attention!! She talks Neuvillete’s ears off about you every second of his day until he gets a headache when he hears your name. Also, she puts you on trial for being too cute and for stealing her heart and pauses the proceedings to flirt with you using cheesy pickup lines she got out of a book titled 1001 Ways to Steal Their Heart

[livejournallegacy]

Ray talking about Gerard's vision for My Chemical Romance

[becauseplot]

Philza Minecraft is a survivalist. 

Everyone knows this. He's the "Hardcore guy." He's an expert in the inner-workings of the natural world. He's vigilant. He knows how to hold his own in a fight, and he knows when to cut his losses, too. He knows how to keep himself alive. By extension, he knows how to keep his team alive as well. It only makes sense that they elect him as the leader of red team.

Philza Minecraft is a team player.

This is why he's always happy to go grinding for materials when the team needs it. Even if he tends to get a little distracted sometimes, wandering too far, forgetting to check global chat or talk in the team vc, he checks in with his friends and does what he can to keep morale up when everyone is feeling down. He recognizes the ease with which Cellbit operates in this environment, so he lets the man call some of the shots, or give Phil instructions. After all, Cellbit led the Ordo for months. Phil trusts his judgement. Why not play to their strengths? 

Philza Minecraft is an adapter. 

His biome doesn’t matter, nor his circumstances, nor his equipment. He’s started over more times than he can count. Working under stress isn’t something that hinders him, nor changing environments. If the game of the day is complete the tasks, he can complete the tasks. If the game of the day is kill a player, he can kill a player. He might hate it, but he can do it. For the sake of his friends, of his team, of his kids, and of their collective survival, he can do it.

There is something else worth mentioning. 

Philza Minecraft is a liar. 

Oh, but you’ll never catch him in a lie, because it’s never what he does say. It’s what he doesn’t. It’s the details he omits. It’s the parts of the tale that he glosses over so that the bedtime story isn’t quite so scary. He’ll give you everything he wants you to have and hold the rest of it close to his chest. Or, more accurately, he'll slam it in a locked box and shove it under his bed with the rest of his monsters. 

He was an asset to the Empire. 

Back then, he always asked the right questions: not "why," but "how," and "when." Back then, he knew he was valuable, so he kept himself alive. Back then, "the Angel of Death" wasn't so much a nickname as it was a title he earned. A rank.

He never became a general. The promotion was there, and he was more than qualified, he just never took it. He was content to let his friend take the helm, because Phil knew what he was.

"Knew." "Was." Was, was, was. (Come on, now, Phil. Don't be daft.)

Philza Minecraft is a liar; the man he lies to the most is himself. Yes, Purgatory is fucked and twisted, and he hates what it forces him to do, but not because it's hard. No. Because it's far too easy.

At the end of the day, what matters most is that Philza Minecraft is an arrow. Let someone else nock him in a bow. Let someone else draw him back, point him in a direction, let him loose, soar, fly. Resources, gear, tasks, points, kills, blood---it makes no difference. Philza Minecraft won't stop until he hits his target.

[flockdog]

foxwoman posture

[halvedslab]

[lesbaurinkos]

self-portrait of how it’s been going for me for the past week

(bonus: unauthorized fucking thing)

[blackbatcass]

For the Cass-as-next-batman deniers.

Batgirl (2000) #57 / #58 / #59 / #67

[lieutenant-columbro]

[bonebrokebuddy]

The Fume Hood Incident

A continuation of this post where @stealingyourbones and I regale tales of Mr. T, our high school science teacher that was the inspiration behind my addition to the popular Danny Phantom Science Teacher AU post that sparked the whole thing off.

I was able to catch the incident on camera & after rewatching it, decided that not enough of peoples faces were shown to be able to discern their identify & have decided to post it here.

—

First, context.

It was the last day of my freshman year of high school.

Mr. T was donated a god awful teapot made by a student in ceramics with the only stipulation being that he “blow it up.”

And according to my notesapp notes, he reportedly said, “One of my great pleasures in life is finding common regular normal things in life and making them go boom.” Right before we left our class to do the experiment in the lab classroom next door that had a fume hood. And from what I remember of the man, that absolutely fits.

I do not remember what chemicals Mr. T used to make the reaction but I do remember that we were extensively warned that it gave off noxious fumes and shouldn’t look directly at the light as it could damage our eyes.

Trudging into the other classroom, Mr. T set up the experiment in the fume hood.

At first, everything was going well. The teapot exploded and the room was bathed in red light.

Then we looked up.

You see, when you install a fume hood, generally you connect it to a chimney so the fumes can go out. The fucker that installed it did it improperly so the noxious fumes went DIRECTLY INTO THE CLASSROOM.

Immediately Mr. T evacuated the room and rushed us into the hallway.

The fire alarm went off.

The class, giddy from the feeling that we just blew something up and made the fire alarm go off in the last day of school, we we’re ecstatic.

We cheered.

—

Naturally, the faculty were kinda pissed because the alarms once again were set off by Mr. T & they had to call off the firetrucks that were auto-called and we’re charged for it.

Mr. T had to report the incident to the same cop as the magnesium incident and he was so proud to tell the officer it finally wasn’t his fault the fire alarm went off.

The school sued the installation company for incorrectly installing the fume hood and got it properly working the next year.

That day will be a core memory of mine that I will treasure til I kick the bucket.

-

And finally, the video.

[bloodydeanwinchester]

✨💖 HE’S 45 DUDE! 💖✨

[saturniade]

found in a random artfile in a layer named "jumpscare]"