#In order to ensure

[nikkidafox]

Reblog if you want to form the Transgender Empire

In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the

FIRST TRANSGENDER EMPIRE!

For a trans and euphoric SOCIETY!

Join me @xenasaur

[thcscus]

so like. we all know that the reason gansey was so intense about ronan graduating and adam moving out of his dad's house was because he knew he was going to die that year and wanted to make sure his friends were set without him right

[feluka]

take a shot every time a white egyptologist says "working closely with the egyptian government" without an ounce of self awareness

[andhumanslovedstories]

I've been getting really into the idea of purposeful primary documents. Sometimes when I'm writing a journal entry, I'll stop to explain in excruciating detail something that I take for granted as common knowledge, like exactly what the process of getting groceries looks like for me. I have two main motivations. One, so many practical every day details of life get forgotten as time goes on, and losing that texture affects our understanding our history. Judith Flanders' book The Victorian City: Everyday Life in Dickens' London focuses on a glorious level of minutiae--jobs, railways, rivers, sewers, entertainment, sounds, smells--that fundamentally altered how I view this period in history. You don't need to understand how the implementation of gas lights on the streets affected London life to get the gist of major political movements at the time, but god does that information make everything so much more real.

My second purpose is someone someday is going to write a period piece about the time when I grew up, and I like to imagine that one hundred years from now, someone might read a scanned version of my journal and go, "oh thank god, THAT'S how doordash worked." And then they still write it wrong so their blorbos can fuck.

[surreal-duck]

es rarepair week 2024 day 1 | AU/future

lil ghostic au of mine!!! yuzuru and the rest of fine are long since trapped souls in an abandoned mansion of which rst come across while looking for shelter during a storm :] it doesnt um. particularly end well

[laniidae-passerine]

we are in danger of putting Agnes in the ‘cool mum/chaste advice giver’ box that older women get shoved in by fandoms and I demand change immediately. enough of her being good and thoughtful she should walk those freaks like dogs

[hamletshoeratio]

Apparently, Eloise is a mean girl and is not a girls' girl???

[domokunrainbowkinz]

shipping yhk not in a romantic or platonic way but a secret third way (⬛️⬛️)

[lucabyte]

Purrgatorio Update

[peterlorres21stcentury]

OMG I finally remembered the cool thing I wanted to share for Lorre's borthday

ok "borthday" was a silly typo but I decided to let it stand, hehehe

So I was almost asleep when I remembered this, and had to jump back online for a second. This year, I've been helping my folks sort through their old belongings for storage or sale, and a few months ago I happened across something that belonged to me: some photos I took. I mean like with film in a camera like some kind of primitive cave man, but such was the way of things. I am olde.

These are from 2001. My high school freshman year was almost over. I was about to turn 15. And I was already DEEP in my Peter Lorre obsession. So deep, in fact, that after I bought or recorded his available films on VHS, I felt compelled to pause the action at key moments and photograph the images. A poor man's screenshot, if you will. What exactly I planned to do with them after, I will never know.

These pics, as I said, were not taken in a digital camera, so it was impossible to see them and know how they turned out before they were developed. Some of them turned out surprisingly well, for what I was attempting!

Any flash you may see is part of the original image, btw. Behold, my accidental ✨ lens flare ✨ (and hey, there's our hulking old Zenith TV! I must have taken these on different days. The second, smaller Philips TV seen above was somewhat newer and lived in my parents' room, but that ancient Zenith actually outlasted it).

Other images though... ummm

I dunno what even happened to this one. 🥴

I have even more of these, I just chose a few at random. I may photograph some more later (so, it's a digital phone image, of a film snapshot, of an old TV, playing a videocassette. Technology is wonderful).

But!!! That's not even the best part of all this.

I was curious to see if there was an exact date when these photos were developed. So I looked at the contact sheet and... imagine my surprise:

Look in the upper right corner. June 26th.

Peter Lorre's birthdate.

These were developed on his birthday in 2001!! 🎉🎂🎉🥳🥳🥳

I know his birthday is already over for the year. But I just thought this was a sweet little memory of when I first decided I loved this man enough to take so many amateurish screenshots of his films.

Happy Birthday, Peter. I still love you. 🥰

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Ensure

@jegulus-microfic April 6, Word count 709

The fighting went on for what felt like hours. Order members against the Death Eaters. It was probably a lot less than he thought. James still didn’t know how long the fighting had actually gone on for. 

He’d taken a stunner to the chest and flown backwards into a wall. He didn’t remember much after that, apart from Sirius’s and Remus’s blurred backs in front of him as they protected him from further damage. 

Aurors began to apparate into the warring groups. The Death Eaters, now substantially outnumbered, began to disapparate. The abandoned factory filled with the sound of the retreating cracks and the final few curses flung over shoulders. 

“James! James! Hang on, we’ll get you out of here.” Sirius sounded panicked. “Remus, help me. We need to get him to Marlene.” 

James felt hands under his armpits, hauling him up and then the uncomfortable squeezing of apparition. 

“Marlene!” Sirius yelled into the dark house. “Marlene?! Where the fuck are you?!” The brown-haired witch stomped into the room. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to Black?” She stopped when she saw James’s limp body. “Get him to the bedroom.” She ordered. James’s feet dragged along the wooden floor. He didn’t have the energy to lift them. 

They deposited him on the bed, and Marlene hurried in with her healer’s bag. She began running her wand up and down him, muttering under her breath. Several glowing diagrams floated above him. “Hmm,” She hummed as she inspected him. “He’ll be fine. You’ll have a nasty bruise and probably be quite sore for a week or so, but I have a balm that will help with that.” She vanished the diagrams and dug around in her bag. 

With another wave of her wand, she opened the buttons on his shirt, revealing the purpling skin beneath. Gently, she spread the balm across his chest. He sighed with relief as the tightness across his skin eased. He quickly fell asleep. Too tired to keep his eyes open. 

It couldn’t have been that long after he fell asleep that shouting woke him. 

“Did you really think I couldn’t find him, Sirius? I know exactly where he is every moment of the day.” He recognised that voice, but his sleep-addled brain couldn’t make the link. 

“Go away, you’re not wanted here,” Sirius growled back. 

“Oh, get out of the way, Sirius!” A scuffle occurred, and then James heard footsteps coming towards his room. The door flung open, and there stood still in his Death Eater robes was Regulus. James was beyond shocked. He hadn’t seen his ex for over three years. 

“Reg?” He croaked. Regulus walked to the side of his bed and took his hand. “Why are you here?” He didn’t pull his hand away. Even though Regulus was fighting on the wrong side, he knew he was safe. 

“I needed to ensure that you were alive.” He said flatly. James looked up at him, peering at his emotionless face and into his eyes. His eyes always gave him away. Most people couldn’t read them, but James could. Those steely grey windows into Regulus’s soul. He was scared. His fingers trembled ever so slightly around James’s hand. 

“I’m okay, love. Marlene checked me over. No broken bones, just bruising.” He watched as Regulus’s shoulders relaxed a notch. 

“I’m glad.” He barely whispered, his eyes trailing over James’s body. He lifted James’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Stay safe, James.” He demanded before he gently placed James’s hand back under the covers and left the room. “Yes, yes, Sirius, I’m leaving. But if you think I’ll leave him alone, you’re as mad as Voldemort.” 

Sirius and Remus came rushing in once the door had slammed shut behind Regulus.

“James, are you alright?” Sirius clambered into the bed, checking on his friend. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. He was just checking I wasn’t dead. He won’t be back. Don’t worry.” James knew he was lying. Regulus had revealed something that he didn’t think the other two had picked up on. ‘As mad as Voldemort.’ James ran those words over and over in his head for hours. Hope, building in his chest, that maybe, just maybe, Regulus wasn’t as lost as they’d all thought he was.   

[demonic-radio]

⌨️ Fears to Fathom?

THESE LOOK AMAZING.

Well, definitely not the price tag, but that's just because I'm stingy. These are incredibly cheap for standalone games. This still looks like a great series of games I'd love to play!

Alastor, I imagine, would like horror games, but definitely not the mainstream ones. He would have a distaste for the mascot horror genre specifically, and then the fact that horror games often rely on jumpscares. The fact that this series has the experience relying on true horror, things that inspire fear naturally, is something that would be a breath of fresh air for him.

Ask meme response.

[ratwithhands]

Fun fact I used to consume a lot of Land of the Lustrous stuff.

Anyways this is one of my many Land of the Lustrous OCs, Vivianite. Mohs hardness of 1.5, dark green/blue in colour, and very old. Due to the nature of his weak composition, Vivianite can't actually do much of anything, and has had to live under very specific conditions.

Vivianite wears a tight full body uniform to hold any chipped pieces in place, and is kept in a box stuffed with loose cloth to ensure minimal damage. If he comes into contact with light, he begins to oxidize and darken, so he's kept in a windowless room with curtains over the entrance.

That's all to say he's isolated and bored. He spends much of his time inactive, but he'll jump at the opportunity for conversation if there's someone around. Certain gems visit him to chat, get guidance, or give him the recent news. A task given to some gems is to clear his room of dust, and maybe bring him some books if he's up for it.

Vivian sees himself as an older sibling/friend to many of the other gems, and as such he's very keen on providing a listening ear and giving advice where possible to those who need it. He's essentially emotional support in a can.

Other notes/details:

not all gems know Vivian exists! He's hidden away so most gems wouldn't see him unless they were actively looking for him. A lot of the older ones know about him, but the younger ones don't

Rutile is endlessly tired of having to glue him back together so often due to his softness, which is part of why he has a tighter uniform to keep all his broken pieces in place

Vivian struggles with walking, he tends to be slow and stumbly

the tanks in Vivian's room are for jellyfish. Gems who are sent to clean his room have to switch out the jellyfish too. They're there to provide a faint light source so he doesn't go completely inactive

Vivian, despite living in a box in the dark, has a lot of technical knowledge about things as a result of millennia of going through the library collection. He' a living encyclopedia and can usually offer some answers if a gem has questions on a particular subject

his internal structure is basically a lot of shards stuck together like fibers, so he does minor repairs on himself by affixing strands of his hair into empty spots. He's had his fingers repaired and replaced this way often

In the few instances where Vivian has gone outside, he has an abnormally high amount of energy as a result of his inclusions being able to work at full capacity in the light

If I remember anything else I'll add it, anyways have a good day!

[just-gay-thoughts]

Craving chips and burrito bowl, hate having to tell workers what I want

[meliorazul]

Quick guide to my boundaries here!

A long overdue little boundary post for my account, not to mention a quick one that I made! I’ll make a proper intro eventually… but the most important thing to me right now is setting these boundaries cause I want to ensure that the right people will be interacting with me, instead of me finding out that I am interacting and becoming mutuals with a problematic person by accident (nevertheless someone who would not respect me).

This is my honest reaction if you fit the DNI criteria tbh!

Also, you will notice that I love drawing these silly critters as time goes on! 💜