#I Heard God Laughing

[majestativa]

A day of Silence Can be a pilgrimage in itself. A day of Silence Can help you listen To the Soul.

— Hafez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy, renderings by Daniel Ladinsky, transl by H. Wilberforce Clarke et. al, (2006)

[kedreeva]

I'm so sorry, I'm absolutely losing it. I went to my neighbor's today to find out what I would need to do to care for their puppy this weekend, and This Fucking Thing appeared ajgldfkjhfg she is a turkey hen. you know, the birds who quite famously look like this

with no feathers on their heads, or very little, mostly along the spine/top of the head... and this gal just rocks up with not only a LITTLE bit of feathering, but almost completely covered. Even her WATTLE had feathers.

I'mc rying

i said, what the hell is going on here? and they were like

her name's Fluffy

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[orangechickenpillow]

Lights Are On by Tom Rosenthal -- Arcane

[romatito]

(hands shaking) they just. love each other so fuckign much you dont understand .

[jeezlouiseoncheese]

Honestly, I feel like Basira being in a teaching position makes so much sense with her character, because like being a cop it comes with a position of authority (that can be abused) but it’s also clear that Basira is someone who wants to help people, even if in TMA that led her down a path where she did the opposite. So her choosing education in this one, especially ones higher up like a deputy headmistress— where you both have more power and respect but as a result more ability to create positive change— is actually a really great reflection on who she is as a person and her values.

(and now it’s making me wonder where Daisy would be in this universe— then again, she probably wouldn’t even be Daisy because she wouldn’t have had that experience with Calvin Benchley and such. But I think that also means she could be working in a completely different place since I feel like the Hunt had a lot more of an influence for her becoming a cop than Basira did.)

[whirlybirbs]

tbh i have a running gag in my head about the mha heroes + late night talk shows, but all i can really muster rn is: dynamight and sabrina carpenter on snl.

[chaoswarfare]

do x dc prompt #44

The JL are all out of options. this summoning is their last chance to get rid of the creature destroying the country and easily fending off their strongest allies.

The eldritch horror melts out of the chalk lines and looms over the heroes in charge of summoning it. The Ghost King, Ruler of the dead. Their last chance.

They ask for assistance, waiting on baited breath the creature’s demands.

“Wacky, poggers my dude. That’s pretty unfun, i gotchu tho. I’ll skedaddle and knock the ghoulie on his ass for ya.“

“no deals or repayment? he must be lying, you all know you can’t trust fae without specific contracts-“

“no cap, true that. i’m just cooler than that.”

And just like that, he disappeared from the circle with a quiet pop to take care of the problem.

Apparently the king of the dead talks like the worst combination of all american slang ever.

[heartorbit]

WAOT WERE U THE ONE TSUKASA COSPLAYER AT MIKUEXPO GIVING OUT MIKU STICKERS TO THE PJSK FANS

THATS ME!!!!! i didn't mean to just give them to pjsk fans help but i severely underestimated how many i should've made and cut out .. so i just ended up giving them to cosplayers or people who said hi to me .... T_T

THERE'S ALSO THIS SUPER CUTE BRACELET SOMEBODY RAN UP TO ME AND GAVE ME AND I TREASURE IT SO I NEED TO ADD IT TO THE POST AND SHOW IT OFF .. WAH!!!! ITS SO CUTE LOOK!!!!!!

[cosmogyros]

Something that never fails to crack me up is when I'm speaking English and insert a single German word into the sentence but I forget to change my accent, so I accidentally say the German word with a strong American accent instead of my typical Germanish accent.

I bought some vegan Quark today and told somebody "I'm going to try this Quark" except I pronounced it "quark", as in, quark-gluon plasma. And I'm still giggling about it hours later. I am easily amused.

[majestativa]

Pure Love That flows From a conscious, One-pointed, Infinite need for Light.

— Hafez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy, renderings by Daniel Ladinsky, transl by H. Wilberforce Clarke et. al, (2006)

[mysticdragoni]

Okay but consider: have you seen the alternate version of Day of the Departed? The script is the same, it’s just slight variations in the animation. Lots of confused and sad Morro faces, Morro doing respectful little bows, before his soul yeets out of the mannequin and he falls apart like a lego, no joke.

he WHAT

OH MY GOD

[explodingstarlight]

the emo trinity is alive, well, and prospering in 2023

[tinea-siderum]

so im avoiding college work, as you do, and mikoto bot delivered this absolute gem of a joke

[moeblob]

Erin, to her crush: You're a dick

Mason, the crush: I won't argue! But to clarify -

[leek-e]

Austin and Denton from 170: A Bug’s Wife… Will Eat His Head! Kind of a random one but this episode is among my favourites. I love a story about parent-child relationships. And I loved these 2 bug best friends <3