just watched the clip of etoiles seeing jaiden's nametag and hollly shit. i mean it COULD be a bug-- it could definitely be a bug. but it is in fact STRANGE as fuck that jaiden's name tag was just THERE for a reaalllly long time and only when Etoiles asked what she was doing, he was apparently right next to her, that it disappeared. VERY. VERY. interesting.
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i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
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Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)
Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker
You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!
The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.
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people make fun of the "oh you only hate her because she's a WOMAN" crazy feminist mentality but yeah actually you guys do only hate her because she's a woman a lot of times. for every hated female tv character there's ten male tv characters who are a million times worse and still given at least the "intriguing morally grey character" treatment if not straight up praise. for every hated female celebrity in real life there's one hundred famous men who have done worse and don't get half the hate she does. for every hated female politician, for every hated female historical figure, for the women you know in real life and on and on.
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Simon Riley who-
takes you home from a bar when you're both pretty drunk. You're cute and clumsy and giggly, and he wants to put his hands all over you, put his mouth on yours, put himself inside you. He takes one look at you across the dingy pub after Johnny whistles and comments on how pretty you are, and knows. He knows you'll be in his hotel room, or he'll be in your flat, before the sun rises on tomorrow.
You catch him staring. Catch his eye. And it's all over from there.
The sex is hurried, desperate- and you're flustered. Begging for him, pleading for him to shove his cock inside your pretty little pussy and make you cum all over it.
So he does. And neither of you have the talk. There's no discussion of protection or testing or condoms. You rattle something off about being on the pill, and well- that's good enough for him.
He fucks you face to face, terrifyingly intimate for him, something he hasn't done in years. He folds your knees to your chest and leans close enough to catch every breath and every sound, each whine and moan like a little piece of sunlight, a firefly in a jar, blinking only for him.
When you say his name, when you scream it, he wonders if this is what it's like- to have and to hold.
After, he still thinks about you. Wonders how you are, if you still go to that pub, if you still live in that flat. He swears he dreams about you, but can't remember when he wakes up. He likes to think he'll go back to see if you're there, one day. One day after these missions stop turning into months and months of slogging through hell. After he gets a chance to breathe.
It's over a year, by the time he's back in Gaz's part of town, which is conveniently your part of town.
When he scans the faces inside the bar and doesn't see yours, he can't help the disappointment that rots in his stomach.
So he has too much bourbon. Falls asleep on Kyle's couch.
And when he's letting himself out in the morning, when he's thrust into the glare of the sun-
his heart stops in his chest when he sees you on the sidewalk with a chubby, happy baby in your arms.
Series here
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When I say I really want a Jason adopts tim fic, I don't mean I want him to become a parent at 19 to a teen like 2-4 years younger than him, I want Jason to meet Tim and decide that he wants Tim on his side.
I want Jason to adopt Tim as his Robin, like he decides that he wants to recruit this 15 year old that is some how the smartest and snarkiest person in Gotham. I don't want infantilised tim, I want a sorta Nani and Lilo sibling dynamic, but with a smaller age gap.
Like sure, Jason sees his little brother as some sort of soggy kitten that he must protect, but also a Tim that is very capable of looking after himself.
I want Tim to look at Jason, see Bruce back when he first donned the Cape and traffic light colours. And then in true Tim fashion decide to fix him, B was being too over protective since Red Hood showed up anyways.
Like imagine, Jason meeting Tim instead by accident when he drops in on a drug trade. Tim says some quip that throws him off his game while fighting. Jason basically losing to a very deadly fifteen year old who's not slept in 29 hours, and he thinks 'f it, I like the kid'. Then trying to recruit him consistently until Tim goes 'why tf not'.
I want enemies to caretaker, but they both think they're the caretaker
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