#today in class

[ahsokatanos-lightsabertechnique]

A thing happened in my physics lab today

Girl 1: I will come into your room and cut all of your hair off Girl 2: I have pieces of hair at home, can I give you those instead Girl 1: YES The very uptight TA in the corner, tonelessly: Are you Edward Cullen

[damiel-of-real]

ive had this fuckig image in my brain for ages. i dont know what it means

[subaru-copilot]

today in class the prof said that people in data analytics jobs have a high tendency of getting depressed and everyone in the class looked at me... i mean they're not wrong

he also said that when you work for so long along the machines, they become a extension of your body (i should show him the divine machinery posts on tumblr he would love it)

[vesperosy]

happy dungeon meshi day!!!

[tizzymcwizzy]

can you tell the brain rot is coming back

[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[hamsternamedmarinette]

I know we talked about the foosball table a lot but I don't think we talked about it enough

[tearfulangel]

Rebeca Andrade performs her olympic floor routine beautifully, with a difficulty score of 5.9 and an execution score of 8.266, totalling in at 14.166, she wins first place and takes home the gold for Brazil! Making history and becoming the Brazilian athlete with the most olympic medals ever!

[expelliarmus]

[manichewitz]

the cunt they served on this day

[ferretrix]

Knight I

[elleselanguitsansfin]

it's hailing today and the gloom outside is casting peculiar shadows around my room...

[backpackevil]

Let's just say that if I have to live through the same boring ass lecture every wednesday for the next few months I will either go insane or post an insane amount of art

I am singlehandedly rioting against early boring IT lectures with kokichi and kokichi alone

[starry-bi-sky]

No.

No, no, no, no, NO!

He's shaking. His heart is burning in his chest, pounding like a jackhammer against his ribs, and there's a trembling, aching rage building beneath his tongue and pressing against his teeth.

In his hands, his fingers tense and wrists locked, the article reads in big, black font: JOKER LOCKED IN ARKHAM ASYLUM AGAIN!

Danny shouldn't feel so angry about this, this is a good thing. Gotham doesn't have to deal with him for another few months at the least. He should feel relieved, a little more at peace.

He is not.

He cannot swallow the fury thudding behind his eyes, the burning white heat searing a deeper hole in his chest. A searing green filling static in his ears in the way only the rage of the restless dead can have.

How is he going to kill him now?

Arkham may be the only asylum in America made entirely of tissue paper, but it's still an asylum. There are cameras, guards, other patients resting inside. Danny can think of a million different ways to sneak in and kill Joker, but someone will hear his screaming.

It'd have to be rushed.

He doesn't want it to be rushed.

It's a cruel thought. Cruel and cold and merciless, but Danny doesn't feel an ounce of shame, not an ounce of guilt, for it. He wants to be alone with the Joker when he kills him, that's all he wants. In Arkham, you are never alone.

He forces his anger to bubble back down into his chest, stuffing it between his heartstrings and his ribs like a blanket you're trying to bunch up into a corner. It sizzles and burbles. The static begins to fade out into a high-pitched ringing; it sounds like distant screaming.

Danny is still trembling, but he can think a little clearer now.

He can wait.

He can wait. He can wait. He can wait. He canwait. Hecanwait. Hecanwait.

He can wait.

He's waited five years for this. He can wait one more week. One more month. One more year. However long it takes for the Joker to break back out, Danny can wait.

And when the Joker does, inevitably, break out.

Danny uncrinkles his fingers around the edges of the newspaper, loosens his limbs just enough so he can pay for it.

He'll be waiting.

The dead, after all, have all the time in the world.

[erinwantstowrite]

will peter be like an older brother to miles in lof ?

absolutely he is

there's about an 11 year difference between them (Miles is 14, Peter is 25), so it's a lot more like the older brother type of relationship that Peter has with Tim (despite Tim being his uncle). Peter has mentored(ish) other young heroes by this point (mostly in the Bats' universe) but since Miles is another Spider-Man, Peter takes up most of the responsibility in making sure Miles is safe and teaching him the ropes. That's HIS sassy child genius, thank you, and he's not a sidekick, he's Spider-Man.

He was also adamant that Miles tell his parents immediately, and gets along great with Rio and Jeff.

Which is HILARIOUS to me because at this point in time, Peter has built up a persona for the public eye just like the Bats did. In Rio and Jeff's eyes, they're gobsmacked that the clumsy, scatterbrained, and "scaredy-cat" kid that Tony Stark adopted a while ago is Spider-Man. (Technically, none of this is a lie. Because Peter is a terrible liar unless it's For the Jokes, and often comes across this way even if he hadn't meant to.) They're wondering how he pulled that off since he's the same age as Spider-Man, who is known to be an Avenger, and associates in the same circles as Peter. It helps that Peter and Spider-Man have been in a social media war, and that Peter works at the Daily Bugle that is known for disliking Spider-Man. Peter's been taking lessons for years atp to keep his identity safe. Which is also bonus points to Peter, because the two can tell that secret identities mean everything to him, but he told them who he was in a heartbeat (literally the very first thing he did when he found Miles).

In other words: Peter was ecstatic to become a teacher for his own matching superhero kid and it's one of the most important bonds in his life. That's his baby brother now!!

[hiphopcherrrypop]

a cat with homophobia in its eyes ❤