Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken
The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
Jason insists on being the bait for a joint mission with the Bats. But the moment he starts “screaming” during the interrogation process, Batman calls the whole thing off and smashes right through the window and into the first thug.
Absolutely nobody is surprised by this development. Except Jason.
while standing in line at the store, a familiar face on the cover of vogue catches your eye.
it’s bakugou, in black and white, unsmiling, eyes fierce.
you grab it and buy it. you’re sooooo going to use this to make fun of him later, when you clock in for your shift at the agency. he always said he’d never do one of these photo shoots—over his dead body.
true to form, he snaps and growls at you when you tease him, all bark and no bite, settling down into an annoyed simmer once you both head out on patrol.
it’s later, at home, when the magazine falls out of your bag while you’re cooking dinner that you actually take the time to look at his spread.
okay, so he’s hot. you’ve known that for a while now.
but maybe the bonk on the head you got while fighting on patrol today knocked some screws loose, because—because you can’t stop looking at him. at the photo of him in a black turtleneck, cloth tight around his biceps. at the photo of him shirtless, a peek of designer briefs over the waist of his pants.
dinner is a little burnt, that night.
when you come into work the next day, you can’t look at him without feeling flushed, overwhelmed, confused.
so you avoid him.
you switch patrol partners for the week, you stay away from the common areas, you sit far away from him during agency meetings and refuse to make eye contact.
it works, for a while. you figure you’re over your temporary break from reality after a week, so you let yourself use the break room to make yourself a much-needed cup of coffee. when the door opens behind you, you don’t pay it any mind, humming to yourself.
“what the hell’s your problem?” bakugou snarls, and you whirl around.
he’s got you backed up against the counter, arms braced on either side of you, before you can say a word.
this close, you can see the details of the scarring on his face, the length of his eyelashes, the vivid crimson of his eyes. the angry downturn of his lips.
horrifyingly, a fluttery feeling stirs in your stomach.
on tumblr you can say words such as ‘doctor who is like mythology to me. it’s like an ongoing cosmogonic folktale’ and you will recieve 5 notes from people that are willing to indulge your insanity. in real life you say things like how are the kids and was your holiday fun and the weather’s lovely this morning. and i think that’s beautiful. autism.com/careers