#sorry :']]]

[colossrat]

Captain is changing :( angst

JL is worried about Marvel. From what they can tell and think, he is some kind of entity or soldier created purely to serve, he only works. He only does good. He is rarely not flying around doing some good deed or not on duty. No matter how hard they try, Marvel never accepts taking time off or relaxing. He says it is his duty and that he must do it, as if it were the only thing he needs to do.

One day, a problem occurs. A villain is going to cast a curse on Earth. Marvel could end it instantly, but the immediate counter-spell would rebound on the villain and he would die.

Marvel didn't have the heart to do that.

So the curse was cast and shit got so bad that the wizard Mamaragan himself shows up to stop the end of the world and break the curse, killing the villain afterwards. And the league watches as Marvel tearfully apologizes for failing as his champion, how he should have done better, done more, that he put all his duties as a hero first and then his own needs and that he really tried.

But the wizard barely looks at him, just says, "Every day I realize that I should have thought more before choosing you as my champion. I hope you become better and that you don't let your own human feelings stop you from doing what is necessary again."

After that, if JL already thought Marvel was a workaholic, now it got worse. He always volunteers for the monitor dutys, he is always present at catastrophes, he is always on some live TV channel rescuing someone. But now he doesn't smile like before. His smile is even bigger, even brighter, more completely fake, as if he were one step away from losing his mind.

He no longer stops to talk to his colleagues, always too busy because somewhere in the world someone needs him. And the next time a similar accident happens, the league is petrified to see Marvel not hesitate for a moment to rip out the villain's heart and imprison all his essence in a magic bubble. The tense smile becomes even more painful on his face. But he doesn't even have time to deal with the league's reaction, he immediately excuses himself and says he has other stuff that needs his help.

Little by little, they are watching their silly and happy, goody two shoes, slightly workaholic fellow hero become a vigilante who represses his own emotions so deeply in order to put everything and everyone else first, its crazy

[itsrainingsomewhere-else]

my friend told me to draw battat kissing men so i obliged

individual frames :P

[croh3]

ummm... you know... woof

[kasialoot]

Man.... I wish I could spend a few days sortung beetles..... Also fucking deathfromabov66 saying cats and dogs are kept as slaves XDD

I feel like an anthropologist shoul look into how vegans evolved. I think it would be an interesting study. Because at furst it was "I won't eat/purchase meat from a dtore due yo the horroble conditions that mass production animals are jept in." You know. A boycot. An economic play to change something. But then it evolved into.... Almost religioush abstinance? There is something so interesting in the way some people begun acting.

Always reminds me of the time my mother worked in a shelter for imigrants. The muslims wouldn't touch blood, because in the desert it rots fast and spreads diesease. A safety precaution. But up north? Here, where the air is cold and soil damp? Blood is a sacred resource of warmth and nutrition. A harthy meal that makes survival easier. And yet a habbit born of sanitary needs ascended it's origin and became a belief, raden than a solution.

It feels like that's what veganism is doing. Ascending above the practicall aplication of boycot and becoming something more personal. And more abstract.

how busy are you guys that you can't spend a few days sorting beetles?

[facts-i-just-made-up]

could you give us some furby facts? ▼❂༅❂▼

(furby emoticon I made)

I'm sorry, I can't think of a good one :( I

like the emoji though so I'm posting this anyway.

[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 350

Maverick: I have two moods: I'm too good for this or Why am I allowed to do this...

Slider: There is no in-between?

Iceman: The in-between is him doing something reckless with full confidence and zero plan

Goose: And dragging us with him

Maverick: *Grinning* It builds character

[bts-trans]

250628 J-Hope’s Instagram Post

Congrats!!! @/jin 🎇🎉

Video 1 Translation: J: Okay, okay, bye, bye // JH: Good luck! Let's go!

Video 2 Translation: JH: Oh oh oh~ JH: The main character for today enters! JH: I keep living~ * J: I will be there forever, I won't change, I'll be there for you~ JH: Wow, you're so chill and confident

(T/N: *Lyrics from 'I'll Be There'.)

Trans cr; Aditi & Faith @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[felicitousfeline]

they're hiring me at the nasty slutty olive oil factory as the disreputable knave who diligently fucks each and every olive

they're hiring me at the extra virgin olive oil factory as the oathsworn knight who protects the chastity of the olives

[mitchelimarns]

he doesn’t know it but in 9 years, his hometown will boo him every time he touches the puck

[dailyshittymumbojumbodoodles]

PLEASE HAVE PATIENCE WITH MUMBO JUMBO FOR EVERYONE OF HIS LOVED ONES IS HAVING THEIR BIRTHDAY CELEBRATED THIS VERY WEEKEND

[seekanddestroy13]

I don't think there is a person alive who wants to call phil lester their boyfriend more than dan howell, yet here we are

[frogsandfries]

I don't know if this is actually relevant/related, but it feels so: This reminds me of how my relationship to my dad has changed. My dad has untreated dyslexia and is not the strongest at reading. (And only because it's important, my dad is also mtf.) I was pretty parentified as a child, starting at around age seven: I was a built-in caregiver for my own siblings, but also, something I didn't notice until recently, a bit of a companion for my dad. I would do her reading, such as for job applications.

I was also extensively her personal assistant: I would reluctantly, bored and annoyed, help with vehicle stuff. I would help her lift and move two-person things, like furniture.

She texted me recently something to the effect of "wish you were here, so you could help me, like old times".

The ONLY reason I'm back in contact with my dad is that my younger sister wishes to maintain their relationship. After she told my ex something to the effect of "ha ha she always panics about crossing the country with near strangers for survival; lol she's your problem now", I was done with my dad. I didn't talk to her for nearly five years and it was great. She treats my sister and I like proxies or extensions of herself.

I don't need my dad. She's not a good person. She's actually in therapy and doesn't even realize what would be valuable to the people she wants to be around her for her to fix to be a better person....to the people she wants to be around her. Maybe that's selfish of me, but there are reasons of interpersonality that I would like to get therapy. I want to be a better person for myself--but I also want to be a better person for those around me. She doesn't realize, or maybe care, that she's not actually a good person for the people she wants to have around.

Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.

[feelbokkie]

anyways, vibes have been rancid in feelbokkieville the past couple of days so cutie chan for cleansing

[tench]

I have one note, it's not even criticism, but man, Hades as a concept can't stop catching strays after invention of christianity. I Understand why people, especially from US, do That, but I am so tired. But I get it, it takes active trying to do something with that or we get another flavourless "romance" of abduction of Persephone number 1000k+ from mother having sufferers. (But isn't getting the wife kind of the only interesting pro-active thing he's ever done? He is just chilling in his domain upholding the rules with occasional mortal wandering in to steal his or other wife cause problems, it's hardly skinning people for winning in art competitions or fucking anything that breathes)

Hades the game does something new with him (butchering half of the other myths' core themes in the process, but I digress) and he is finally graced with having a non-antagonistic role while not being reduced to a twink for fucking once. But it's like a drop in the ocean.

So I don't think that there's anything wrong with Hades as the Man/the devil in Hadestown, it's done good, it's neat, it's a discussion that is on the minds; but at the same time it feels like a cultural shortcut in exchange for interacting with other philosophies and world views. It feels wrong for me on some fundamental level.

[ofcrowsanddragons]

loved ones checking my dash to see what fictional character issues i'm processing

watching a beloved mutual go through Something with a character in real time is so endearing. Yes, dearest, flood my dash with art of that beautiful man and let us all see your tags ranting about how you're coping.