#i need to put this somewhere

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

[bastianinis]

[noneuclideanwhimsy]

Not to be unhinged about The Album again but if ‘but he thinks he’d blow our minds’ in Starman is Ziggy saying that the Starman isn’t willing to reveal himself to humanity quite yet because he worries humanity (and evidently three-dimensional beings as a whole, seeing as Ziggy is including himself in this) will be driven mad by their inability to comprehend him, then ‘and I’m busting up my brains for the world’ in Moonage Daydream, with ‘busting up my brains’ being pretty much synonymous with the literal meaning of ‘having (one’s) mind blown’, is Ziggy predicting the fact that he will meet the Starman and that he’ll show him things beyond normal comprehension (the bright future of Earth etc) so that he may become a messenger of hope for the greater good, hence ‘for the world’.

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

On my way to become Nightwing lol

I'ma be an older sibling soon but I feel vaguely weirded out? It feels vaguely lonely? I feel old too old?

I never thought I would have a baby nibbling. Reading about Dick's and Damian sibling dynamic is helping me, somehow it's comforting. Makes me feel less weird about being so much older.

Like, is that going to be me in how many years?? Am I running the risk of Nightwinging? God I already dress in mostly black's and blues oh no I've already started the metamorphosis. Save yourself's and start dressing like a traffic light then you only run the risk of getting benched by furry dad.

No but It's nice being able to write this somewhere. I've always taken comfort in the media with close friends and found family type of bonds or just close relationships at all. I remember watching everything I could get my tiny hands on clips on youtube to cheap CDs at the store.

I want to show them someday, maybe not. I take such deep comfort in these old shows and I think I want to keep it to myself for now.

[perceus-art]

I just finished the 2015 tv drama/jdrama of Death Note and oh my god that hurt. I especially love what they did with Light and his dad's relationship.

...and Matsuda, and the Lawlight, and the general downward spiral of Light. Everyone felt very human in a way that hurts.

They also included Mikami! Early! I was very glad to see my boy get screentime and be a major player. He got another, different ending from the anime and manga.

In other words I'm probably going to end up drawing something for it.

[escapefromnewyork1997]

my roommates are making me watch s*pernatural with them and this is basically how its going so far

[officialspec]

modern au but set in brisbane. is this anything

[deadallover]

My absence is silent, weightless. You wont even notice it becoming a part of you.

Your absence is glass. Glass like our window.

Glass, heavy, weighing in my bones, crunching with every twist of my joint.

Glass, sharp, digs into my chest, shifting ever deeper into my boiling blood.

Blood, bitter, turning to acid in my mouth. Spit it up, my mouth fills with blood again.

My existence is silent, weightless.

[black-bird-red-belly]

"its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" brother id rather break check a semi truck on a hoverboard rn

[happy-shitting]

do you ever look at someone and just know? your whole body is drawn to them and it’s fucking magnetic and addicting and you can’t look away from them. and your whole body feels hot and sweaty and about to burst when you see them and talk and joke with them? but you do look away, because you’re supposed to be committed to someone else and you deprive yourself from the truth because why the fuck would you get what you want? that does not happen in this timeline. eventually you decide to live more honestly, cut the excess weight and continue on and keep repeating yourself hot priest’s words, “it’ll pass” but then it just doesn’t

[joanofdescension]

g

[cherrywhite]

Feeling such an incredible amount of grief today after having to put my 15 and a half year old Bandit to sleep. My poor baby in the last 24 hours of his life was suffering from liver and kidney failure and as I held him last night— not quite knowing what was wrong with him at the time but knowing he couldn't sleep through the night and was too weak from lack of food and water — as I held him I couldn't help but think that no longer how long I held him it would never be long enough. That these 15 and a half years weren't long enough.

I came home today and I took a look at all the traces of him around the house; the uneaten food in his food bowl that I will have to throw away. The cot by the wall that Bandit would use during summer because he would overheat but lately he hadn't been able to climb on top of because it was too high for his old age. There are training pads laid out upstairs and downstairs because he couldn't quite hold his bladder anymore for how long we would be out at work. There is a medium sized cage in my room that I anguished over having to put him in over night; but putting him in it every night was safer than leaving him out where he would get out of bed and struggle to find his way back and at least this way I could leave the door unlocked and hear him at night if he needed to use the restroom. So many of my nights were spent awake at 3:00am, standing outside waiting for him to use the restroom. Every night I would bring our singular dog gate up so that I could bar the stairs so he couldn't fall down them should he ever be wandering the hallway for whatever reason. There is a nightlight in my room I would leave on every night because even if he was basically blind, the total darkness would make him anxious.

And I look at all these things, I look at how much space he took in my life and my heart breaks at the thought of no longer having these routines. One day, after enough washes, my clothes will no longer have his dog hairs on them, will no longer have his scent on him. I will have to put away his cage and his cot and those training pad and perhaps tonight I don't need to sleep with the nightlight on and there is a Bandit-shaped hole in my heart right now because of it. I have so much grief and I don't know where to put it.

[kryptonian-puppy]

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[iamacolor]

the political mess that is France at the moment became even more messy when yesterday the leader of the historical right wing party called the Republicans announced on TV that he would consider an alliance with the main far right party for the next parliamentary elections to oppose the new alliance of the left (even though his party has historically been against any alliance with the far right - which he has said himself several times over the years - given that it was created to follow the ideology of Charles De Gaulle, who led the resistance army during ww2). But then most of his party said "we are absolutely not doing that", when the vice president reacted on TV she said "we're going to fire him, I don't know yet how we can do that since he's the head of the party but we'll find a way " and then the far-right leader confirmed the alliance while most of the republicans were saying no and some were even quitting. then today they tried to organise a council meeting to fire the president but he locked the doors of the headquarters so that no one could come in and he's inside while the rest of the party's leaders are outside and the main secretary announced he's fired and they've picked another interim president. so he posted about how the party's status don't allow the decision and so he's still the president. but now they apparently got a key and they're forcing the doors open. there's a new twist every 10 minutes

[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective

[fruityumbrella]

one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.

keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.

"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right now—"

"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.

"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I was—"

"No, you—"

"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.

"You said six seas," Sanji states.

Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.

"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."

And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.

"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."

Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.

Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.

"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.

Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"

Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.

"And?"

Zoro holds up his index finger.

"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."

He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.

"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"

Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.

"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.

"Well yeah, but that's different. You're—" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.

"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.