Yeah so our dear friend Nebulaaaaa has been banned, most likely by the pissbaby CEO of this site @photomatt or his personal team of dogasses. This is one more retaliatory ban from their side, don't ket them get away with it
You are not what you look like. You're the music you listen to, the comfort shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair and your favorite blanket.You're not the pimple on your nose or the words that describe you ungraceful.You're not your thighs that people laugh about or the crooked teeth you own. You are the color of your hair.You're the mismatched socks you wear and your favorite sweater. You're not what you look like or the body you are in. You are what you love. You are just beautiful in every other way you are.
i always find it so interesting when people portray aziraphale and crowley's first fuck in any kind of fan content as nasty and rough and darkly playful... because like, of course they've got so much passion and excitement and frustration to express with each other, and that will come, but...
kissing someone you've known for lifetimes and lifetimes and lifetimes. touching and being touched by someone you've loved for thousands of years. connecting with someone who's so close to you that they're essentially the other half of yourself, in a way you never have before... in my mind they'd be inconsolable. they'd be shaking and crying their eyes out the entire time
interested to hear other people's thoughts on this because i'm so insane over it
I don't like much horror stuff. Besides horror games, watching horror videos or reading Junji Ito, I don't really watch horror. It's just not my thing tbh. Also because I don't want another reason I'm kept up at night. The last actual horror movie I watched was The Exorcist. Good movie, not scary when I was watching, it was only scary after I watched it.
me during the writing process: i’m allowed to write “basic” sentences, they don’t ruin the integrity of the piece so stop forcing yourself into that corner
It's okay to panic while waiting for info on something serious. Health problems aren't easy, and we don't understand the human body enough to prevent everything.
My go to right now to fight my own panic, where I self blame on my issues, is a to logic out the panic.
1) I know what I can and can't control. Weather, other people, circumstance, these things aren't something I can bend to my will. When a problem happens because of this, I can't blame myself for it. I can only control my own actions, and the decisions I make from now on.
2) I have people to help me solve and fix these problems. I trust my doctors to help me solve and handle this, especially since my case is difficult. My friends are understanding in my needs, and those that aren't, are too stressful to handle right now. I can take a step away from them and if they still want to be friends later, we can talk it out like adults. I know there are people out there who will help me handle this, and I can find them.
3) It's going to take time to come up with answers, and I can handle the wait. I waited years to even understand what was happening, I can handle a few more weeks. Answers will come, the medical field is moving super fast and they're understanding more and more as time goes on. I may not know it all now, but I will eventually.
I hope this helps you guys handle your own stress and panic. Remember, there is a light at the end of this tunnel. You will find balance, even if it's not the future you thought it would be.
Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?
He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.
He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.
He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.
So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.
It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.
He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.
To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.
So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.
Which.
No. No no no no no.
Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.
He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.