#I AM SQUEAKING

[hi-note]

mouse mouse mouse mouse Rat. (they’re all coworkers!)

[izzysarchivedblogs]

@thefleetsfinest -> [ continued ]

There's those inky tendrils in the back of her mind, that feel like they are at the base of skull just pinching tight. Tension that starts to slip free from the place it resided in the back of her shoulders, between the blades, as HE DRAWS CLOSER.

❝ Kiss me. ❞ She had invited, asked for, wanted a damn move to be made.

Tension moves than expands out until it's no longer tight coils but butterflies with delicate wings in her stomach. That was a feeling she wouldn't tire of which is why she dove forward even if five does makes a patten. DOUBTS AND WORRIES ⸺ she's held human hearts in her hands and repaired them ⸺ she's chosen the difficult life that's going to leave her alone and unhappy in whites and blues patching crewmen up aboard ships for the rest of her decades.

YET RIGHT NOW SHE HAS BUTTERFLIES. A feeling she hopes to never tire of, and she works with her hands, and they go to grasp around his upper arms. One hand, maintained nails lightly digs in as He holds just for a moment, and Linda's impatient all of the sudden.

Holding anyone's heart in her hands was thrilling, terrifying, and any wrong move without the steadiest of hands she could screw up. She'd chose plenty of things over this, she had not been so innocent in her relationships; could screw up here. Human heart in hands, maybe its hers and his. Alone, unhappy, difficult. She'd love that life, it'd be a good life, the one she'd chose every time.

Linda smiles against his lips, ❝ Fancy yourself ⸻ hey, how'd you know I was here? ❞

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i call this one "queer silence" or perhaps "slightly judgemental stare"

[lonelyzarquon]

Vincent Price as Paul Toombes MADHOUSE (1974) dir. Jim Clark

[caterpillarinacave]

Hey vocal cords, play “unholy autism noises” by “just found content about a special interest”

[evandahm]

this got 120k likes on twitter in a day so we made a t shirt

[arthursfuckinghat]

Red dead redemption 2 should have a warning on the back of the box for how much you are going to cry over this man

[starcurtain]

One thing I wish I'd see more of among Ratio fans is some thought about how he views himself as a teacher.

Like yes, of course he refuses to compromise on the quality and rigor of the education he imparts, and he would find it unforgivably unethical to lower his standards in order to pass more students who had not genuinely learned the material. This is core to his character.

However, as someone who is a teacher IRL, I know the absolutely miserable feeling setting that kind of standard can cause. There's the obvious disheartening sense of disappointment ("Are students these days really not capable of doing the work correctly? Is our future in danger, if this is the highest level of understanding our current generation of students can achieve?"), but even worse than that is the self-doubt.

"Is this somehow my fault? Am I not teaching this material in the right ways for the students to learn? Is there something I could have done differently to get through to these students? Would a better teacher have a higher passing rate?"

We know that Ratio does (or at least did) struggle with feeling inferior to the Genius Society, so I think it is also likely, as much as he absolutely will not budge on his academic standards, that he has doubts about his teaching ability as well.

This is the man who wants to educate the entire world to cure the disease of ignorance, and yet only 3% of his actual students are able to get there. How can someone who gets so few of his direct students to a state of enlightenment hope to enlighten the whole universe? If so few students are successfully learning the material of a given class, doesn't that mean the teacher is doing something wrong?Would a better teacher--would a genius, maybe--not be able to impart their knowledge more efficiently and educate even the most challenging of students?

As someone constantly struggling with that balance between keeping academic standards high while also meeting the needs of today's students, I think the passing rates of his courses must affect Dr. Ratio much more deeply than I've seen fans discuss. I think he would question himself harshly over his class success rates, and I think he must be constantly trying to push himself to become the best teacher he possibly can be.

tl;dr: I hope one day the HSR fandom will stop sleeping on the fact that Ratio is an actual practicing professor who probably has astronomical levels of teacher angst. 😂

[cloudcountry]

fuck the "hey your boyfriend's tsum is being super affectionate with you and he's getting jealous," how about "your tsum is getting super affectionate with his tsum and the two of you aren't actually together yet (with a side of mutual pining.)"

[miyanagi]

no FUCKING WAY was the actual ending of the barbie movie her becoming a real woman coinciding with her getting a vagina are you joking. are you actually fucking kidding me. greta gerwig kill yourself

[townslore]

JUSTICE FOR PALESTINE.🍉

[finchmarie]

I get to officially share my piece for @falloutghoulzine The bestest and most handsomest Ghoul. Still super proud of the render on those boots!!

[kylejsugarman]

it's the fact that hank frequently treated marie like an idiot and lashed out at her Constantly while he was bedridden even as she catered to him, yet when the time came to get justice for his and steve's deaths, marie was tireless, relentless. it's always "marie only ever cared about herself. marie never had any growth. marie was selfish." who sat in the courtroom holding blanca gomez and facing one of the men responsible for destroying her family?? who opened the delivery boxes of minerals?? who made the coffee and heated up the lasagna?? who else could deliver the final moral judgement to jimmy mcgill. "you did it all......for money."

[ratmans-notebooks]

if u havent had a friend earnestly and non-romantically exclaim "i love you" after dancing to yalls favorite song together u havent lived. btw

[mysicklove]

finals are not over for me until saturday (i’m pulling my 2nd all nighter tonight :p) but!!! i want to peg yuuta soso bad

making yuuta cockwarm your strap while you’re studying for finals! it was supposed to be his way of distracting you (he just wanted attention okay), but he ends up squirming instead! he won’t stop moving on your lap while you (pretend to) study, making you pinch his ass and call him your naughty slut while he buries his head into the crook of your neck and whines so pathetically <3 his ass is just clenching around the pastel pink dildo, so fucking deep inside of him and he keeps whimpering about how big it is and how it’s stretching him out and how you should just stop studying so that you could take out your stress on him <3

he was so good about it in the beginning too. stayed quiet while you worked and only occasional whimpers would slip out. but he was always quick to apologize, mumbling out that he would sit and be quiet while you work - studying is important, and yuuta wanted nothing more than for you to pass your exams, so he was determined to control his desires.

but if you leave him there for too long, his mind starts to drift to lewder things and suddenly it was growing way too hot. he begins to squirm around, ocassionally twitching, but biting his tongue to stay silent. your hands grope his ass and it lets out a small yelp, eyes wide in shock, but not saying anything. but you continue to play with his body, staring at the computer scene as if you didnt hear the stuttered breathes and small whimpers. its only when you say, "are you alright Yuuta?" does his facade crumbles and he lets out the most pathetic noise.

his hands claw at your skin and he breathes into your neck, whispering out apologies, but forcing your hands back to his ass, hoping that you will help him move up and down on the length. he gives you the wettest eyes and grips at you shirt and says, "cant we just take a short break? please? i-its too big, I cant sit still anymore!" which has you dragging him to the bed

[arthursfuckinghat]

Thinking about how Charles was one of the few who Arthur was honest with about his illness

"Well, me and Charles just about managed to save Eagle Flies from that fort. They was going to hang him, I think. Had the chance to talk to Charles on the way. Told him about my sickness. Somehow he made me feel better about it. What did I do to deserve a man like Charles in my life? What kind of pain does a man live through to carry wisdom like that? I don't know, I see clearly and I see nothing at all. I hope he makes it out of this mess."