#could be bullshit

[tiredpainednerdandveryveryqueer]

Aren't red lights also supposed to help with stabilising circadian rhythm?

perhaps some will disagree, but i think the world got worse when we changed the colour of the night

[flipflopmasterr]

Oh those kids were BORED ALRIGHT.

The fact that their bedframe looked intact before getting grounded is so funny to me

(And no kids you can't practice your knife skills on the bedframe, put it down)

[disgracefulthings]

Luo Bingge: Mobei-Jun, I'm getting married and I want you to be my best man

Mobei-Jun: No.

Luo Bingge: What?! Why?!

Mobei-Jun: This is the 602nd time you've been married, and I'm sick of being your best man. Each time you want me to make a speech about you, I don't know what to say that I haven't already. "Oh the last time I saw Lord Luo he didn't have 602 wives, but now he does". I'm done, I'm never going to another wedding again

Luo Bingge: Fine! I'll go find someone else to be my best man!

Mobei-Jun: Good luck finding a man that you haven't already killed

Luo Bingge: Well, maybe I think gender roles are bullshit and I'll ask a woman!

Mobei-Jun: ...Good luck finding a woman that you wouldn't immediately marry

Luo Bingge: Fuck you!

[damiel-of-real]

saw a guy at uni today wearing this hoodie. i couldnt see the text on the back but i could see there was definitely text and images THERE. i can only conclude that this guy was genuinely walking around campus wearing meth instructions

[freezingsheep]

I was told showing their tummy means they trust you not to touch it. That said one of my cats loves tummy rubs and one… doesn’t.

I know showing the tummy means they trust you but if I touched that fluff, RIP to my hand.

[demaparbat-hp]

In your Spitfire AU between Azula gaslight gatekeep girlboss attitude and Lu Ten II big puppy eyes they’re unstoppable duo

Woe betide those who stand in their way to greatness (aka Zuzu).

[lucabyte]

ghost

[somecunttookmyurl]

there was a fire in the building that houses my studio on new year's eve. i'll probably elaborate on that more at some point idk but tldr

it wasn't a big fire, nobody lost any stuff, nobody was hurt. the electrical mains gave up the ghost (likely due to an ongoing leak the landlord wouldn't fix)

but because the landlords have already wanted us out for ages so they can "redevelop" (read: tear down a slightly run-down building from around 1900) the place into Yet More Soulless Shiny Flats Nobody Around Here Can Afford they decided the damage is uneconomical to repair, refused our offer to contribute to repair costs, and are kicking us all out

because there was an "accident" causing "irreparable damage" they're exempt from the usual 3-month waiting period and everyone has to vacate by Feb 1

this is a community space occupied by artists and musicians so now there are a couple dozen broke-ass bitches who have to relocate short notice. the landlord, spectrum properties, is refusing to extend the time any further

so! there will shortly be some form of gofundme type situation to raise money for the costs of doing that (like storage units if we can't find another studio space), and also to tide over any artists who relied on that space for income since they've not had anywhere to work for a couple of weeks and probably won't for several more

i'll reblog this with the link when that's up and running but uh. yeah. that's a thing. which is happening.

[bruciemilf]

Thinking about Bruce when Tim became Robin.

He always had anger in him, but this one is different. This anger has grief in it. This anger, his heart made for Tim alone.

‘Why do you want to be here,’ he thinks, biting down on his teeth so hard he can hear the bone crack. ‘Go away. Go away go away go away.’

The Polaroids in Tim’s tiny hands don’t mean anything; Not to him. They’re like a physical challenge from Gotham herself.

A reminder he’s just Bruce Wayne, and that nothing to her. She killed his name before, and she can do it again.

But, most of all, Bruce wants to bury himself in Batman. He can’t lose that. Even if the symbol doesn’t mean justice anymore. It meant nothing the moment he put Jason in the ground.

“I’m not your father,” his words are knives and hisses and Tim forces himself not to flinch, “ I don’t like you, I don’t care about you, I won’t wait for you.”

Bruce leaned forward, his face reflecting in Tim’s big eyes, not full of the admiration he had for Batman all these years. But fear for the man behind him.

“I’m your Batman. I bite.”

Maybe he can’t stop Tim from beating him. But he can make him regret he won.

[choccy-milky]

ty to @icedmatchawoatmilk13 for sending this to me! i may have gone a bit overboard but this was so much fun to fill out/think about BAHAHA💖 ill still never get over how perfect the song sarah smiles is for them...the lyrics AND the fact that its an alliteration...im gonna do an animatic about seb and clora to that song one day i swear 😩 ((blank template by oakwolves!))

[pancakemolybdenum]

@josuyasuweek-2024 day 3: hospital / holidays / fake dating

emergency hair treatment

[vaguely-concerned]

purple hawke who, at malcolm's death, lost not only a father, a mentor, the single most stable and safe point in their world up until this moment. but also the only person in their life who would consistently, gleefully 'yes, and — ' them. the loss, in one fell swoop, of both a beloved parent and your sole willing — no, not only willing, enthusiastic — improv partner. truly, the most unkindest cut of all that the maker could have seen fit to deal. (there's always so much less laughter in the house, after malcolm's gone.)

and then after all the horrors of the blight and trying to make a new life in the shithole turned shithome of kirkwall....... they meet varric. and something that's been slumbering deep within their soul dries a tear of relief and joy and whispers 'oh we are so back'. and they are so right

[art-newt]

Harry du Bois and his maybe supernatural bullshit

[ffcrazy15]

There's this way of doing female-ness in Christianity that I call "pastel flower journal Christianity." I've got nothing against pastel flower journals per se, but for some reason people believe it's the end all and be all of female spirituality, and I think it's a real disservice towards young Christian women.

One of these days I'd like to start a prayer-and-reading group or something for young women, but there would be no floral themes or over-focus on how "God thinks you're beautiful even if the world doesn't" (a true statement, but it's wayyyyy too often the focus in women's spiritual reading). Instead we would be reading:

Seneca's Letters from a Stoic

Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning

Sheed's A Map of Life

Portions of Pieper's book on leisure

Kreeft's Three Philosophies of Life

Guardini's The Lord (or something similar)

Therese's Story of a Soul

and some select portions of the Nicomachean Ethics.

(Also they're all getting the porn talk. I don't know why we give the porn talk to young men but not young women. There's this idea that women don't use porn and they only need the talk about "guarding their heart." Bullshit. There's porn on the YA shelves of Barnes and Nobles and before that there were bodice rippers. Young women need the porn talk too.)

Every young woman needs to be getting a basic grounding in virtue ethics, logic, natural law, scholastic philosophy and Biblical hermeneutics if they're going to get by in today's spiritual landscape. Enough faffery and emotionalism in young women's spiritual education! Give them real food to chew on, not pasty sentimentalism!

[dasiesanddarkness]

the fact that Kaz takes Jesper's time blindness into account when plotting will always make me so emotional

[twelve-thousand-pizzas]

When I say that I miss the way anime used to be I am not being pretentious. I mean that I miss ecchi and pantsu shots and lolicon and shotacon and moe and yaoi and twincest and nosebleeds. Just to let you know-