#24 here we go

[and-his-hands-were-24-crows]

The chair needed a break so now we use the bookshelves.

[bakugo-softski]

“I thought we’d go on chasing eachother forever” for THEM is…an actual fucking love confession. Like i really think we’re underestimating this guys!!! Kacchan is literally admitting he expected and WANTED TO HAVE IZUKU IN HIS LIFE FOREVER, OPENLY SOBBING IN EMPATHY FOR IZUKU AND WHAT THEY HAD TOGETHER. S O B B I N G OVER THEM LOSING *THEIR* DREAM. That is as close to a love confession as I’ve ever seen one you guys. He fucking loves izuku and now that he knows they won’t be able to go on chasing and competing eachother in their fun little plausible deniability dynamic I’m so FUCKING excited to see how their dynamic changes to accommodate kacchan continuing to keep izuku in his life now that theyve lost their “reason.” They fucking love eachother. They’re gonna start dating. They fucking ARE

[harbingersecho]

are we the sins we have committed? are we the things we have endured? [...] who are we?

[ref]

[0livdocx]

“Ah. The posture of a widow who lost her egghead husband (only for him to be hatched by an alien bird queen).”

[ladykyriaa]

One of the rare times she didn't recoil in disgust after being touched by him. DEVELOPMENT

[moonkhao]

hi.

[mycological-mariner]

First day of Pride and I just want to shine a light on all the trans people who are unable to transition, especially those who aren’t fresh faced university grads. Those who don’t live in a supportive or even just accepting home or community. Those who aren’t well off, those who aren’t good at or popular enough to crowd fund. Those who can’t afford transitioning. Those who can’t even transition socially or need to stay in the closet for your safety. Those who rely on benefits or unforgiving jobs to just pay the bills. Having to hear day in and day out you’re just GNC, that your pre-transition body is “ugly” and the ways you can express your gender are “cringe.” Every trans person who’s been told they aren’t “trying hard enough”. Those trans people who won’t even get to imagine transitioning for years.

I see you. I love you. You’re so undervalued and under appreciated in a world where being a white, well off 20 year old on HRT and getting surgery is more common to see than people who work full time and just don’t have that privilege. It sucks, so much. But you are loved and you are seen.

Happy Pride Month to trans people who aren’t where they want to be. The world is better with you in it. We all need each other.

[chucktaylorupset]

i love hubris and purposefully picking up cursed amulets for a laugh

[ratatatastic]

the love is stored in presser partners choosing to stay for foreign media segments because the buddy system shant never fail! (but also theyre terribly in love its not even funny like this is just spouse duties like buddy system but they are also married dont forget that)

no it really gets me that matthew was so prepared to leave the minute he was allowed to like a kid hearing the dismissal bell but went WAIT united front united front united front "ill wait for you" and adjusts his shawl so daintly like he meant to do that like he absolutely wasnt gonna book it a second ago...YEAH SUPPORT YOUR SPOUSE YA NUMBSKULL THESE ARE TRYING TIMES

our lady forgot her manners for a second please forgive her she too is going through these trying times...

sasha was absolutely succumbing to the fate of being alone considering how flighty his wife was being beside him but still appreciates the effort nonetheless for staying... the way he was :[ and then absolutely lights up when matthew says that he'll wait and he goes "thank you :)" UNITED FRONTTTTTTTTT THE SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE THROUGH SICKNESS AND THROUGH HEALTH AND ALSO AWFUL MEDIA SCRUMS APPARENTLY WOOOOOOOO YALL HAVE NOTHING ON WHATEVER THESE TWO GOT GOING ON WOOOOOOOOOO

post practise interview | 6.23.24 (x)

and obviously the most important part in all of this? tit scratch.

[russellius]

GEORGE RUSSELL is seen by his car prior to the third practice session ahead of the Formula One Azerbaijan Grand Prix at the Baku City Circuit in Baku on September 14, 2024. Photos by Andrej Isakovic.

[doodledstars]

Thank you for joining me in this countdown! I'm very excited to reveal my special project tomorrow! ^0^

[crispycreambacon]

Debating if I should release the Ryan/Professor "marriage that goes south after a car crash" AU fic that my friend wrote for her English exam and got a 24/25 on

No additional context like last poll. Just follow your heart.

[gunsatthaphan]

(airport) fashion icon.

[aeolianasio]

Trying to S-rank random missions in Armoured Core 6 is made infinitely funnier by considering the music I'm currently listening to as being diagetic.

You're G5 Iguazu, desperately trying to kill this random freelancer dipshit so you can finally escape this nightmarish government maze, and they scoot onto the scene, Yakuza 0 karaoke tracks blaring in their cockpit so loudly you can hear it, and proceeds to fucking shred you in under a minute with enough rockets to make god cry.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — “don’t need money, don’t take fame.”

APRIL 28, 2011

“Dad?”

Marty is never, ever gonna get tired of hearing that. He immediately stops, setting his pen down and the freshly signed CDs aside and giving his full attention to Emmett, who is hanging around the doorway like he still isn’t sure, after almost thirteen years, if he’s allowed to come in.

“Hey, kiddo,” Marty greets warmly, his son flashing him a small smile. “What’s goin’ on?”

Emmett looks around before stepping inside, and Marty is reminded of when Ellie, after input from Jules and Verne, assigned everyone animals when she was nine. Uncle Doc’s a mantis shrimp, she’d proclaimed, Auntie Clara’s a bear, Dad’s a whale, Mom’s a raven, and Emmett’s a pangolin! While he’s not sure about the rest of her picks, her choice for her brother… Yeah, at times like this he can see the resemblance.

“Dad…” he tries again. “Dad, did we ruin your life?”

Marty’s kind of glad his abject, heart shattering horror at that statement coming from his son outweighs his impulse to laugh in disbelief at a statement that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Of course not,” he reassures, opening his arms just in case his boy didn’t feel like he was too big for a hug. His son folds himself into him, burying his head in his shoulder. “The day you and Ellie were born,” Marty tells him, rubbing his back, “was pretty much the best day of my life.”

“…Even though Mom almost broke your hand?” Emmett asks, voice muffled, and Marty laughs.

“Yeah, even then. Y’know, if I could go back,” which he could, but his boy didn’t need to know that right yet, “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Emmett starts to pull away and Marty lets him go, but still holds him at arm’s length.

“Now,” father asks son, “where’s all this coming from, huh? You’re not hanging around that Tannen kid again, are you?”

Emmett’s face twists in disgust.

“No, Dad, are you nuts? That whole family’s crazy.”

“Attaboy,” Marty says proudly.

“...I found some of your old concert videos on YouTube,” Emmett finally admits. “And Dad… you look like you’re havin’ the time of your life. How come you gave it all up? It was because of us, wasn’t it?” His brown eyes are big and watery and Marty squeezes his shoulders.

“Aw, Em,” Marty sighs. “I had a blast on tour, you’re right. Hangin’ out with the guys, getting to see the world… It was a lot of fun for a while, but when it stopped being fun, we quit. And I have a blast here, too, with you and your sister and your mom. If you ask me… that right there’s the adventure of a lifetime. I love music, and I’m always gonna play music, but it was never about any kinda fame or fortune for me.” What would superstardom be like? He can barely keep up with the merch and the interviews and the producers and the long nights at the recording studios and the music videos as it is. He’d hate being so far away from home, never getting a moment’s peace, never being able to breathe.

“Then… what was it about?” Emmett asks.

“Believing in myself,” Marty says after a moment of thought. “Getting my voice heard. Y’know, I was a lot like you when I was your age.”

“Really?” Emmett breathes, awestruck, as if unable to conceive such a thing. “But everybody says you’re like Ellie.”

“And I am.” It takes the wind out of him sometimes, how similar he and his daughter are. She’s just as fiery, just as creative, just as stubborn. Everyone’s always thought that, just like how people have always compared Emmett to Jennifer. But when he looks at his daughter, so often he sees his wife’s determination and intelligence, and when he looks at his son… sometimes he has to double check he’s not in the DeLorean.

“But I’m also like you, Em. It’s hard as hell being a kid, y’know? I remember. You got so many ideas and so many thoughts and you feel like you’re in this world that you don’t really understand yet and that’s gonna shoot you down every chance it gets. I just wanted somebody to see me, but that’s a scary thing. I tried real hard to pretend like I was tough and to make like I wasn’t afraid of anything… but I was terrified, kid. Still am, sometimes.” Marty rubs the back of his neck. “What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay not to be sure of yourself yet, and it’s okay to be open about your feelings. And whenever you wanna talk, I’m here for you, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Got it?”

“Got it.” Emmett smiles and hugs him again. “I love you, Dad.”

“Love you too. So damn much.” Marty kisses the top of his son’s head and ruffles his dirty blond hair, which is immediately greeted with protest.

[secrettreestuffidk]

you ever think about how pretty much the only reason we use base10 is because we have 10 fingers and if everyone had 6 fingers on each hand we'd use base12 and never even think a thing of it and also math would be pretty much better in every way?