#?? Just found this in the drafts....

[posallys]

percy when someone asks who's the head councilor of the poseidon cabin

[nataliescatorccio]

#colin 'i am your chaperone' bridgerton

[jaeger-tech]

Pacific Rim Dashboard Simulator

🙇‍♀️ alphamycherno Follow

i don't know about this "let's build a wall" thing like. where's the sexiness? the vibes? what's the point of war if we don't even have hot people in big fuckass robots anymore

🎴 coyote-t Follow

there are so many legitimate, important reasons to protest the wall of life, but whatever it takes i guess. sure. it's not fuckable enough

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🐉 exxxtraterrestrial Follow

happy kaiju blue monday!!

#happy kaiju blue monday

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🦅 ppdc-confessions

Anonymous asked:

I'm a janitor at the HK shatterdome and certain two german scientists should either fuck or finally kill each other at this point, I don't care. They're always in the lab no matter the time of day so I can't avoid them and so they try to get me (the janitor) to choose sides in their domestics!! I refuse to step in that lab again and involve myself in whatever the fuck they've got going on. They'll just have to clean that shit themselves

#this is the third confession about these scientists this week are you guys okay

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🍱 scissure

are we forgetting that PPDC is literally military like you people are not immune to propaganda

☠ buena-guy Follow

You are right. The kaiju are here to bring us to justice, there's no sense in fighting them. If you also feel like this, you can find out more on my blog ❤

🍱 scissure

SILENCE, CULTIST

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💃 shatterdo-me Follow

what if we kissed in the drift 🥺👉👈 and we were both girls ��

#ok but for real what do you mean i have to go get into the MILITARY to become a JAEGER PILOT if i want to find my SOULMATE this is so fucked up #release the tech #for the gays

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[ale-arro]

we will never achieve gender liberation without deconstructing amatonormativity. btw

[user-without-a-cool-acronym]

"first student always turns evil" actually statistical error. Most people's first students turn out completely fine. Spinjitzu Georg and his family are statistical outliers and should not have been counted

[demadogs]

So what do you think really happened out there?

[frownyalfred]

a random socialite: “Your rude, spoiled children shouldn’t be allowed at these events. They ruin every party they go to.”

Bruce, a rude, spoiled nepo baby currently in a secret competition with his children to see who can ruin this gala first: “…uh huh.”

[onyourowndaisymae]

in the deepest corners of mammon's mind, he craves you. relentlessly, thoughtlessly, primally, you.

his lips drag against the bare flesh of your shoulder, and in an act of desperation his tongue lulls out to taste the sweat on your skin. sharp incisors prick against it as he laps like a man starved, licking and sucking and nipping until he feels he could identify your taste blind. he moves back up and smothers your lips with his own.

pleasure simmers low in his core, his nails digging into your nightclothes as he smothers you with his body. you whine something akin to his name, maybe a breathless cry, underneath him. you're so soft. so human. god above does he need you.

by nature of being a demon, his base instincts crave destruction. to pull and tear and maim. but mammon was once an angel. he understands the taste of heaven. that familiar blessing laces your bottom lip as he tugs it between his teeth.

his hands tug possessively at the bottoms you wear. in all his strength, he can't manage to get them off, and frustration makes him sweat. he ruts uselessly against you, the curve of your hip, as his tongue licks possessively in your mouth. he's caught your scent. in fact, he caught it long ago, before any of this came to be, but he's too hot and hazy to think about what's happening, about why the pleasure building in him feels so far away, why he can't get these stupid bottoms off or taste you or understand what you're saying or feel you--

the heat of reality is suffocating as colors sizzle across mammon's vision. his breath is unsteady. his hands grasp at the blanket across him, now half-discarded in the throws of his lucid dreaming. it takes him a long few moments to realize what had happened. you're not in his bed, rather, he's just so desperate to have you there that your presence plagues his dreams. and it's only until he dares to sit up that he discovers his body is more demonic than when he went to sleep.

damnit. how embarrassing. mammon flops back into his bed, willing his body to calm down enough to tuck twisted horns and massive wings back into their hiding spots.

[tessasilverswan]

I think Nicky would enjoy gasping "oh mein Gott" in dramatically exaggerated outrage. One day just for fun Neil anticipates it and beats him to it with an even more dramatic "oh mon Dieu" and it starts a (lighthearted) challenge to see who can say it more ridiculously in any language.

They agree it's Aaron when one day Neil is nagging him and Aaron snaps the most exasperated "oh my God" ever known to mankind.

[bookaddictedrose]

"Xaden?"

"Yes, Violence?"

"Ravi?"

"Yes, Sarge?"

"Alex?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"Rhys?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"Josh?"

"Yes, Red?"

"Christian?"

"Yes, Butterfly?"

"Zade?"

"Yes, Little Mouse?"

"Aaron?"

"Yes, love?"

"Annabeth?"

"Yes, Seaweed Brain?"

"Percy?"

"Yes, Wise Girl?"

"Julian?"

"Yes, Crimson?"

"Jacks?"

"Yes, Little Fox?"

"Kai?"

"Yes, darling Gray?"

"Cardan?"

"Yes, my sweet nemesis?"

"Jameson?"

"Yes, Heiress?"

And, of course...

"Lyra?"

"Yes, asshole?"

[andhumanslovedstories]

Something I've been thinking about in regards to the difficulty of writing about my job in the healthcare profession is that there's very different conversations happening at the same time. The first is that this is a job that gives us a lot of power over vulnerable people that is easy to abuse and easier to be passive about. The second is that people will never not bitch about their jobs.

What if a customer service job was high-stakes? That's nursing. It's not the only part of nursing, but cmon, anyone who has worked a public-facing job knows how some people can be. Hospitals are full of people having the worst days of their lives while also being tired, hungry, lonely, and bored.

Plus, it's not just the general population you're dealing with. Hospitals have a disproportionate amount of very difficult people. To draw some examples from my own direct experience: the dementia patient had become too violent to stay at home (unfortunately common), infected chronic wound guy who is so racist that his facility will not take him back, confused patient who screams unceasingly 24 hours a day until she passes out, sexually inappropriate guy who needs two caregivers at all time, another racist patient but this time they're also sexist, banned from multiple shelters for assaulting the staff, etc. Or what might be the most common: person who is too sick to go home alone but no one they know will agree to take care of them. Like, have any of you cut off horrible relatives or abusive partners? People who were in whatever way unacceptable to be around? Would you like to take care of them? And you KNOW they're also not doing any of the stuff that would help them heal so it seems like they will never leave.

I think the gap between healthcare as a Duty versus as a Job contributes to hostile conversations. When you're complaining about your Job ("that moment when you let a call light ring for a while in the hopes someone else answers this time because that patient is annoying as hell"), it's frustrating to get a response that solely looks at the situation through the lens of a Duty ("all patients deserve the same level of care and shouldn’t be ignored.") And it's also frustrating to have these legitimate criticisms ignored or disputed because people are like "it's not that serious, calm down, let nurses vent." And it’s also frustrating to feel so intensely monitored in your free time because of your job. And it’s also frustrating to see people in their free time display qualities that seem like they would have big, negative impacts on their job.

Thinking on this topic, I keep coming back to this one memory. There was a time when I responded to a Code Blue (cardiac arrest, guy’s heart has fully stopped) and was the fifteenth or so person to arrive. The room's full of critical care nurses, I'm not the direct care nurse, the rest of the floor is quiet. So basically, I'm useless to the emergency situation. I ran into a coworker who also responded to the code. I hadn't seen her in a minute, so we caught up. She showed me the new stickers on her water bottle. I don’t remember the exact sticker, but I believe it was a nacho-based pun. It was a pleasant chat.

Meanwhile during this entire conversation, within eyesight of where we are because we’re waiting around to see if we’re needed, people are trying to bring a patient back from the dead. What was happening in that room is life-or-death--to the patient. For me, it was an interlude during a forgettable shift. I only remember that code because the discrepancy between what I was experiencing and what the patient was experiencing was so stark. I don't even remember if the patient survived or not.

None of the patient’s family was there. If they had been, we would have removed ourselves further or not talked so casually. Probably. But if the spouse was there, it would be so insanely insensitive if we tried to include the patient's spouse in our chat about fun stickers. If me and that nurse had been casually in a different hallway chatting, it would be very abrupt for the patient's spouse to walk into our conversation and explain how the patient's death would be so hard on the kids. One of these examples is way more sympathetic and understandable than the other. And I want that spouse to feel comfortable coming up to me and discussing that! That’s part of my job! But also, you can get why that would be a distressing interruption to a moment of downtime.

In both cases, the people in the conversation couldn't be further apart in tone and investment. Neither of us are being bad people. We just should not be talking to each other. And the nature of the Internet and public posting is sometimes talking about my job feels like it's me, my coworker, the spouse, and the revived but severely affected patient in single group chat.

[sanctus-ingenium]

i run towards my own death / i run to live another day

[dokukoi]

[nyaa]

When I was like 11 or 12 I tried to make an Oblivion mod of a friendly goblin village but I couldn’t figure out how to give creatures a dialogue menu so I just shrunk wood elf shopkeepers to 0.1 scale and hid them under the floors where the goblins were standing

[billymarvel]

Imagining Billy, a boy who has been stuck in time due to a weird time leak that was never quite patched up right in Fawcett, exploring the rest of the world as a hero and just getting so many odd looks at what he says. He says such dated things that make someone go 'What? No, that was outlawed in XXXX....' or 'That law was introduced before I was born?' and he is just scratching the back of his head like Huh..... The outside world is wild... No wonder no one leaves our lil shithole

[mausolealdrift]

yeah sorry we played black metal around your boyfriend and hes a slut now. yeah he’s wearing crop tops and leather and makeup now. sorry yeah hes stuck like that now. Sorry