#ra-ta-ta-ta

[hardhuilen]

Liefde voor muziek Songs van K3: de reacties van K3

[softbiush]

ditto is so addicting like I srsly have not gone a day without listening to it.

[batmananimated]

Batman's Rogues Gallery by Nicholas Winand

[stinkypeanutbutter]

Taylor that one episode

[aahanna]

Oh to be this lucky in love

[wav3y-zzz]

Hi guys

[hella1975]

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

[dwellerinthelibrary]

This is a detail from the Amduat papyrus of Ta-Udja-Ra. Right to left, the deceased woman; Ra-Horakhty; and a spectacular Hepet-Hor, with four heads decorated with coloured streamers and plumes, holding two red knives. She wears a green dress tied with a long red-and-white striped sash. The hieroglyphs identify her as "Great Embrace, Lady of the Mountains".

When: Third Intermediate Period, 21st Dynasty

Where: Egyptian Museum, Cairo

[azuzula]

doobles

[doomed-jester]

It was revealed to me in a dream

[hardhuilen]

Liefde voor muziek seizoen 10, aflevering 4: Songs van K3

[jayninjago]

Atla thots….

[chaotic-tired-bastard]

what are your hcs for roku x ta min + their kid btw 👀

oh kay oh kay oH KAY. Ta Min and Roku are the cutest couple ever this is canon I am NOT making anything up. Rozin you have a special place in my heart but Ta Min and Roku... they're adorable

Ta Min teaches Roku how to sew because he keeps ripping his robes whilst doing Avatar Mission Things and she doesn't want to keep fixing them herself

When Roku gets older and when his arthritis develops (headcanon) she starts putting his hair up for him and he's always so blushy and flustered about it

Roku could not care less about whether his child can bend or not. He's sobbing in joy when his kid is born, he's got 0 cares about if they can spit flames.

Also Roku is literally so emotional about his kid. They do anything for the first time? They take their first step? They babble out their first word? He's literally sobbing about anything and everything. Ta Min had to literally drag him away when they dropped their kid off at school for the first time

Ta Min can swordfight because of this picture and she's definitely beaten Roku's ass during a fight before (it just makes him fall even more in love)

Roku makes sure to introduce Fang to his kid as soon as possible. When his kid is older, he sometimes takes them out on rides (w/ Ta Min's permission) around their home because he loves how happy they are ("Dad!! We're up so high!" *his heart melts*)

[crybaby-bkg]

Quirkless college AU where Keigo is your annoying teachers assistant for one of your majors classes. He never seems to give you that A you deserve, and is hellbent on going back and forth with you about every little thing. About every little grade, every little answer you submit, every little note he likes to leave on the corners of your papers. He mocks your handwriting with his own chicken scratch, even writes a ‘wtf are you trying to say???? is that supposed to say RHETORIC?????’ on one of your papers.

You wanna complain about him to your professor when it comes to his attitude and nitpicking, but the prof always just tells you to take it up with the TA yourself. And that’s exactly what the golden haired man wants, and it’s so painstakingly obvious with the way he absolutely grins when you drag your feet into his ‘office hours’ (aka him sitting in the library for the same amount of time every week).

“I was wondering when you’d ask me to round your grade up.” Keigo doesn’t even greet you, just leans back in his chair as he folds his arms over his chest. His smile grows even wider when you narrow your eyes and huff at him, snatching the chair out from across him to plop down heavily.

“Give me the grade I deserve, and not the grade that drags me here to be with you.” You’re all snaps and irritation, and Keigo loves it—eats up the way your bottom lip juts and your brows furrow down and, oh, you’re so goddamn cute when you’re annoyed.

“Go on a date with me this weekend, and I’ll change it.” Keigo blurts out with a lilt of his lips, eyes squinting when you reel back with a scoff. You stare at him for a while before answering, and he can’t help but notice how shifty your hands have gotten and how it grows harder to look him in the eye now.

“I feel like that goes against policy.” You mutter, picking at your nails before glaring through your lashes. Keigo cocks his head to the side, smiling.

“Don’t tell me you’re a goody two shoes.” He teases, tilts his head in your direction, watches the gears turning in your head as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Fine. One date, and you give me extra credit on the last paper.” You bargain with him, glaring at his hand when he holds it out for you to shake. You pause before you take it, frowning when Keigo grins wider and leans across the table.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal there, birdie.”

And after that, it becomes routine for you both. Keigo enters the most foul grade he can until you show up at his dorm room furious and seething, all so he can pull you in to his space and kiss your puffy cheeks while you enter your own grade in the system. He’s a bit of a jackass, but you think it’s all worth it, especially when he shows you the expansive winged tattoo on his back and the quickest and most efficient way to do eyeliner. He’s good for something, you guess.

[badolmen]

Bloody Sunday Massacre anniversary is tomorrow. My dad grew up hearing from ill informed Americans about how it was an ‘age old religious conflict’ (those Protestants and Catholics never get alone). How the violence in the north, the arrests and raids and terrorizing was justified (they had to stop those awful carbombing IRA terrorists!). How it was impossible, the country had been conquered for centuries (why would they see freedom now? they lost the war. let it rest).

And of course, it isn’t completely free and perfect. This year I’ve seen the “Irish Unification of 2024” Star Trek meme a dozen times. It’s heartening to think that such a thing could be possible, by chance to coincide with a scifi show’s alternate history.

(But all I think of is Palestine. The lies and misinformation and the propaganda machine oiled in innocent blood.)

Even today you cannot publically display the names of the killers of the Bloody Sunday Massacre in the UK. The families of the murdered have yet to see justice. Some doubt they ever will.

(I think of the hundreds of thousands of Palestinians starving, grinding animal feed for flour in a manufactured famine.)

The Choctaw and Cherokee nations sent donations during An Ghorta Mor. The Sultan sent ships of food and aid only for the British to turn most away.

(I also think of the thousands of Gaeltacht after the language was pushed to the brink of extinction. I think of the homes built on ancestral land, no more landlords or laws prohibiting Irish claims. I think of the music and laughter and dance of my family who once fled as refugees of a manufactured famine - we call our cousins across the sea and sing Come Out Ye Black and Tans over choppy phone connections.

I think of a free Palestine, and I see it - because I can see a free Ireland, more free than she’s been in centuries, closer to unity than she’s ever been. It won’t be easy or pretty - it won’t end over night, or over a few years. But that never stopped the spirit of a people dedicated to their own liberation. I know because I’ve seen it, I’ve lived among the fruits of freedom.

We can hold their hand and say, we know your pain. We see your struggle. We understand the injustice your face. We are proof that it is possible to overcome these horrors and see days filled with peace and joy. We will walk with you.)

[amethysts-angel214]

I GOT THE OFFICIAL MR. STAIN PICTURE BOOK TODAY!!! YIPPEE!!!

The reminds me of that one drawing where Stain was holding Pikachu

STAIN IS A MECHANIC COMFIRMED?!

Stain did what Kedamono couldn't do... go through the ring of fire. He also did a hand stand and he ate curry... with his EYES?! He sure did EVERY SINGLE TRICK in the book!

Aww... he has no friends... I guess this implies that he was bullied by other students at school.

They became besties!!!

Aww... his one and only friend died... (if he doesn't have friends, then why did he have Palvan then?)

He cleaning the cups X3

Sorry if there isn't enough images here... Bye bye!